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THE  HOME  ALTAR." 


An  Appeal  in  Behalf  of  Family  Worship,  with 
Prayers  and  Hymns  for  the  Family,  with  a  Cal- 
endar of  Lessons  from  Scripture  for  every  day 
in  the  year.  By  Rev.  Dr.  Deems,  Pastor  of 
the  "  Church  of  the  Strangers,"  New  York.  A 
new  Edition. 

From  many  notices  the  following  are  selected : 

"  This  little  volume  we  have  read  attain  and  again,  and  can- 
not speak  ton  well  of  it.  There  will  hardly  be  any  need  of 
preaching  on  family  prayer  where  it  circulates."  —  N.  0. 
Christian  Advocate. 

"  This  is  an  excellent  work.  The  appeal  ought  to  be 
placed  in  every  house  which  contains  no  family  altar.  It 
seems  iin/x'ssible  to  read  it  and  continue  delinquent  in  regard  to 
the  duty  in  question.  The  prayers  are  all  catholic  and  scrip- 
tural." —  Rev.  Dr.  Summers,  in  the  S.  S.  Visitor. 

"  The  appeal  contained  in  it  for  family  worship  is  the  most 
poicerful  and  persuasive  vfe  have  ever  read,  and  it  seems  to 
us  mufl  be  irresistible.''^  —  Rev.  W.  H.  Hunter,  in  the  Pitts- 
burg Christian  Advocate. 

"  R  is  one  of  the  ablest  essays  on  the  subject  we  have 
EVER  READ."  —  The  Methodist,  N.  Y.,  edited  by  Rev.  Dr. 
Crooks. 

"  The  argument  in  favor  of  family  worship  is  pkrfectly 
IRRESISTIBLE."  —  Rev.  Mr.  Wellons  in  Christian  Sun,  Suf- 
folk, Va. 

The  new  edition  is  an  elegant  volume,  very 
cheap  at  $1.25,  for  which  it  will  be  sent,  prepaid, 
by  mail.     Published  by 

HURD   AND   HOUGHTON, 

459  Broome   Street,   N.   Y. 


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HYM^§JUN27 


1934 


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ALL    CHRISTIANS. 


COMPILED  BY 

CHARLES   F.   DEEMS, 

AND 

PHCEBE    GARY. 


'  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  O  God  ;  let  all  the  people  praise  Thee." 

Psalm  Ixvii.  3. 


NEW   YORK: 

PUBLISHED  BY  HURD  AND   HOUGHTON. 

©ambrilrac:  Srlibersitje  ^^ress. 

1869. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1869,  by 

HURD   AND  HOUGHTOX, 

the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  District  of 
New  York. 


RIVERSIDE,    CAMBRIDGE: 

STEKEOTTPED    AND    PRINTED    BT 

H.    0.   HOUGHTON  AND   COMPANY. 


PREFACE. 


THIS  compilation  is  not  intended  to  supplant 
any  collection  now  in  use,  but  rather  to 
.serve  all  Christians  by  putting  in  their  hands  a 
convenient  manual,  embracing  all  the  best  and 
most  used  Hymns  of  all  branches  of  the  Church 
of  Christ. 

Of  other  books,  it  must  have  been  generally 
noticed  that  the  larger  are  cumbered  with  very 
many  hymns,  which,  because  of  their  meter  or 
their  lack  of  poetical  or  devotional  worth,  are 
never  used.  The  smaller  compilations  are  either 
sectarian  or  carelessly  made,  without  regard  to 
the  wants  of  Christians  generally,  and  apparently 
with  no  high  standard  of  excellence. 

In  this  book  the  classification  has  been  made 
according  to  the  apostolic  category  of  Hymns, 
and  Spiritual  Songs,  and  Psalms.  (Col.  iii.  16.) 
It  was  agreed  that  each  Hymn  should  be  a  met- 
rical address  to  God  ;  that  the  Spiritual  Songs 
should  have  more  latitude  of  signification,  em- 


PREFACE. 

bracing  whatever  might  be  edifying  in  social 
singing ;  and  that  among  the  Psahns  should  be 
admitted  many  such  as  should  more  usually  be 
"  said  "  rather  than  "  sung."  To  the  best  of  the 
knowledge,  judgment,  and  taste  of  my  gifted  co- 
worker and  myself,  the  one  hundred  best  Hymns 
have  been  selected  according  to  their  poetical 
excellence,  their  devotional  fervor,  and  their 
popularity.  Sometimes  one  of  these  character- 
istics has  been  so  manifest  as  to  secure  our  ver- 
dict in  the  absence  of  the  two  others ;  but  in  no 
case  have  we  admitted  a  Hymn  which  we  did 
not  believe  to  be  in  accordance  with  "  the  mind 
of  the  Spirit,"  as  set  forth  in  the  Word  of  God, 
nor  one  that  might  not  be  sung  in  all  its  parts 
by  all  the  people  in  the  service  of  the  sanctuary. 
Among  the  Spiritual  Songs  have  been  inserted 
some  which  hold  their  place  by  their  popularity. 
The  compilers  did  not  choose  to  let  their  stand- 
ard pronounce  a  final  judgment  against  what 
thousands  had  found  edifying  or  pleasant ;  but  in 
no  case,  it  is  thought,  has  this  feeling  secured 
the  admission  of  what  will  seem  offensive  to 
pure  taste.  The  best  one  hundred  Spiritual 
Songs  have  thus  been  obtained.  The  Psalms 
have  been  called  Lyrics,  as  the  former  title  has 


PEEFACE. 

obtained  a  specific  designation,  perhaps  some- 
what more  narrow  than  the  design  of  this  book. 

The  aid  of  many  friends  in  the  several 
branches  of  Christ's  Church  is  most  gratefully 
acknowledged ;  but  thus  generally,  because  there 
is  not  space  to  designate  the  obligations  which 
each  kind  helper  has  imposed.  Finally,  nothing 
was  admitted  upon  which  Miss  Cary  and  myself 
did  not  agree ;  and  if  any  special  favorite  is 
missed  by  any  reader,  let  him  know  that  he  has 
the  sympathy  of  each  compiler,  for  each  has  had 
some  pet  thing  thrown  out  by  what  seemed  the 
obstinate  want  of  taste  or  judgment  in  the  other : 
but  by  this  independence  of  judgment  and  faith- 
fulness of  criticism  we  believe  that  we  have  se- 
cured what  we  confidently  hope  the  Christian 
world  will  pronounce,  upon  the  ivhole,  the  best 
three  hundred  devotional  poems  extant. 

The  work  has  been  done  with  conscientious 
fidelity.  At  first  it  was  thought  quite  easy  to 
find  what  was  needed.  But  the  labor  grew. 
Months  have  been  given  to  reading,  comparison, 
and  correspondence ;  about  twenty  thousand 
metrical  compositions  in  English,  German,  and 
Latin  have  been  examined ;  and  this  book  is  the 
result. 


PREFACE. 

Having  yielded  to  Miss  Gary's  importunity 
that  this  Preface  be  written  in  my  own  name, 
and  contain  the  statement  that  much  of  the 
labor  has  fallen  upon  my  hands,  1  cannot  be  de- 
nied the  pleasure  of  saying  that  Miss  Gary  has 
frequently  and  carefully  reviewed  every  line  of 
this  volume  with  me,  and  that  to  her  fine  poetic 
taste  the  Ghristian  public  must  feel  indebted  for 
much  that  appears  in  this  book,  and  perhaps 
still  more  for  what  has  been  excluded. 

CHARLES  F.  DEEMS. 

"  Church  of  the  Strangers," 
New  York,  1869. 


HTMl^S. 


A   Charge  to  Keep.  g,  JI, 

[By  Charles  Weslet,  born  1708;  died  1788.] 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfill,— 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage. 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


2,3] 


HYMNS. 


In  Memory  of  Jesus. 


S.  M, 


."By  James  Montgomery, 


England,  born  1771; 
of  Luke  xxii.  19.] 


died  1854.     A  paraphras« 


ACCORDING  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, — 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  : 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  Remember  Thee  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  mem'ry  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 


Surrender  at  the    Cross. 


O.M. 


[By  Isaac  Watts,  D.  D.,  a  Non-conformist  English  minister,  bom  1674, 
died  1726.    This  hymn  was  written  in  1701).] 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

2 


HYMNS.  L3, 4 

Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 

For  man's,  the  creature's,  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  His  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away,  — 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


4  Morning.  L.  M. 

[By  Bishop  Kex,  of  England,  born  1667,  died  im.  Written  for  the  Win- 
chester School.  I'he  last  stanza  has  probably  been  sung  more  frequently 
than  any  other  four  lines  in  the  language,  and  is,  by  some  of  the  best  crit- 
ics, pronounced  the  finest  Doxology  in  the  English  tongue.] 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept. 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake. 

2  Lord,  T  my  vows  to  Thee  renew : 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew, 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

3  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say. 


4. 5]  HYMNS. 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  : 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host : 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


Evening.  L,  ]\I, 

[By  Bishop  Kek.] 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ! 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  — 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose. 
And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  — 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow : 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host : 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! 


HYaiNS,  [6 

Yielding  to  Love.  g,  III, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  Thee  conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  Thine. 

4  Come  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  Thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this,  — 

Thy  only  love  to  know ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  Thou ; 

Thou  all-sufficient  art : 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 


7J  HYMNS. 

7  The  New  Body.  S.  M, 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.] 

AND  must  this  body  die  — 
This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies. 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  Thy  dying  love  : 
O  may  we  bless  Thy  grace  below. 
And  sing  Thy  grace  above ! 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tonorues. 


HYMNS.  [8 

3  Seeing  the  Invisible.  L,  U, 

[By  Chaeles  "Wesley.J 

AUTHOR  of  faith,  eternal  Word, 
Whose  Spirit  breathes  the  active  flame, 
Faith,  — like  its  finisher  and  Lord, 
To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same  :  — 

2  To  Thee  our  humble  hearts  aspire, 

And  ask  the  gift  unspeakable ; 
Increase  in  us  the  kindled  fire, 
In  us  the  work  of  faith  fulfill. 

3  By  faith  we  know  Thee  strong  to  save :  — 

Save  us,  a  present  Saviour  Thou  !  — 
Whate'er  we  hope,  by  faith  we  have ; 
Future,  and  past,  subsisting  now. 

4  To  him  that  in  thy  Name  believes 

Eternal  life  with  Thee  is  given ; 
Into  himself  he  all  receives,  — 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

5  The  things  unknown  to  feeble  sense, 

Unseen  by  reason's  glimm'ring  ray. 
With  strong  commanding  evidence, 
Their  heavenly  origin  display. 

6  Faith  lends  its  realizing  light ; 

The  clouds  disperse,  the  shadows  fly ; 
Th'  Invisible  appears  in  sight. 
And  God  is  seen  by  mortal  eye. 
7 


9,  10]  HYMNS. 


9  Adoration.  L,  M, 

[By  Dp.  Watts.    Let  this  hvmn  never  be  sung  to  any  other  tune 
than  "  Old  Hundred."] 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command ; 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  shall  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


10  The  Spirit  Enlightens.  Q,  M. 

[By  Chakles  Wesley.] 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
Let  us  Thine  influence  prove  ;  — 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire  ; 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  Thee 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  : 


HYMNS.  [10,11 

Unlock  the  truth,  Thyself  the  key ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  Thy  wings,  Celestial  Dove ; 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disorder'd  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  Himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

11  The  Spirit   Quickens.  0,  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quick'ning  powers : 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs,  — 

T  •  •  • 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

9 


11,  12]  HYMNS. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


12  Renewing  the   Covenant.  (J,  ]y[, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

COME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
And  all,  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  power, 

His  Name  to  glorify  ; 
And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour. 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind  ; 
We  will  no  more  our  God  forsake, 
Or  cast  His  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  His  fear, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleased  to  hear, 
Come  down,  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive ; 

Present  with  the  celestial  host. 

The  peaceful  answer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  sins  away ; 

10 


HYaiNS.  [12,  13 

And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

13  Wrestling  Jacob.  P,  M, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

COME,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ; 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee : 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am  ; 

My  sin  and  misery  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name ; 

Look  on  Thy  hands,  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  be  free  ; 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ! 
Art  Thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold : 
Till  I  Thy  name  and  nature  know, 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 

4  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 

Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer : 
Sj^eak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shall  move. 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  name  is  Love. 

2  11 


13,  14]  HYMNS. 

5  'Tis  Love !  'tis  Love !  Thou  diedst  for  me ! 

I  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ! 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  Love  Thou  art ; 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  nor  strove ; 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 


14  Invocation.  P,  ]y[, 

[The  national  British  song  of  "  God  Save  the  King,"  appeared  first  in  th« 
"Gentlemen's  Magazine"  in  1745.  About  nineteen  years  afterwards  ap- 
peared this  hymn  to  the  same  tune,  in  a  collection  by  Rev.  Spencer  Ma- 
dan,  but  tliere  is  no  evidence  that  he  was  the  author.] 

COME,  Thou  AhTiighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  Name  to  sing 
Help  us  to  praise : 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ; 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defense  be  made  ; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stay'd  ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend  ;  <■ 

Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 

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HYMNS.  [14, 15 

And  give  Thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence,  evermore. 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

15  ''Gome,  Thou  Founts  P.M. 

[By  Rev.  Robert  Robinsox,  an  eccentric  English  Independent,  once  a 
follower  of  Whitefleld.  This  favorite  hymn  was  written  in  early  life.  He 
afterwards  became  irreligious.  One  day,  while  travelling  in  a  stage-coach, 
a  lady,  not  knowing  who  he  was,  called  his  attention  to  this  hymn  in  a 
book  she  was  reading.  He  endeavored  to  change  the  conversation.  When 
she  reverted  to  the  subject,  he  burst  into  tears  and  said,  "  Madam,  I  am 
the  unhappy  man  that  wrote  that  hymn;  and  I  would  give  a  thousand 
worlds  to  enjoy  the  feelings  I  then  had."] 

COME,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 

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15, 16]  HYMNS. 

Praise  the  mount  —  I'm  fixed  upon  it ; 
Mount  of  Thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

InterjDosed  His  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  Thy  goodness,  Uke  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  Thee : 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it  — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  for  Thy  courts  above. 

16  ''Thou  hiowest  that  I  love  TheeV     0,  M. 

[By  Dr.  Doddridge.    Suggested  by  John  xxi.  15-17.] 

kO  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 


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Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  Thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 


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HYMNS.  [16,  17 

3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  Name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord ; 

But  0  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

17  Solemn  Reverence.  L,  JJ, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

ETERNAL  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds, 

2  Thee  while  the  first  archangel  sings. 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings  : 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshipping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 

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17, 18]  HYMNS. 

From  sin  and  dust  to  Thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High. 

4  Earth,  from  afar,  hath  heard  Thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  Thy  name : 
But  O  !  the  glories  of  Thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below ; 

Be  short  our  tunes ;  our  words  be  few : 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

18  Glory  and  Grace,  0,  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

FATHER,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines, 
How  high  Thy  wonders  rise ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Part  of  Thy  Name  divinely  stands, 

On  all  Thy  creatures  writ ; 
They  show  the  labor  of  Thy  hands, 
Or  impress  of  Thy  feet  : 

3  But  when  we  view  Thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

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HYMNS.  [18, 19 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  0  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

19  Earjiestness.  0,  ]\/[, 

[By  Chaeles  Wesley.] 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  Thee : 
No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  Thou  withdraw  Thyself  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  Thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  Thy  power  ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  Thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith  !  to  Thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift,  — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  Thou  canst  not  let  me  die ! 

O  speak ,  and  I  shall  live  ! 

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19, 20]  HYIMNS. 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  Thou  Thy  Spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice 
Could  they  but  see  Thy  face ; 
Now  let  me  hear  Thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  Thy  pard'ning  grace. 

20  The  Holy  Scriptures.  0.  M. 

[By  Miss  AuxE  Steele,  of  England,  born  ITir.] 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ; 
Forever  be  Thy  Name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemers  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

Our  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  we  see. 
And  still  increasing  light. 

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HYISINS.  [20-22 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  Thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  love  Thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  the  Saviour  there. 

21  Submission.  0,  ]y[, 

[By  Miss  Anhe  Steele.] 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  :  — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free : 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart. 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Ivct  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend : 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

22  Universal  Praise.  L,  Jd, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue.' 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

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22, 23]  HYMNS. 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring ; 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 

4  In  every  land  begin  the  song ; 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong : 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 

23  Waters  of  Salvation.  Q,  M, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

FOUNTAIN  of  life,  to  all  below 
Let  Thy  salvation  roll ; 
Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 
Every  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number.  Lord, 

Us  weary  sinners  take  ; 
Jesus,  fulfill  Thy  gracious  word. 
For  Thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  The  well  of  life  to  us  Thou  art,  — 

Of  joy,  the  swelling  flood  ; 
Wafted  by  Thee,  with  willing  heart, 
We  swift  return  to  God. 

4  We  soon  shall  reach  the  boundless  sea  ; 
.     Into  Thy  fullness  fall ; 

Be  lost  and  swallowed  up  in  Thee,  — 
Our  God,  our  All  in  All. 


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HYMNS.  [24, 25 

24  Child's  Hymn.  7s. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child  ; 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  Thee. 

2  Hide,  me,  from  all  evil  hide, 

Self,  and  stubbornness,  and  pride  ; 
Let  me  live  without  offense  ; 
Guard  my  helpless  innocence. 

3  Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  Thy  gracious  hands  I  am ; 
Make  me.  Saviour,  what  Thou  art ; 
Live  Thyself  within  my  heart. 

4  I  shall  then  show  forth  Thy  praise  ; 
Serve  Thee  all  my  happy  days  ; 
ThQn  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ  the  holy  Child  in  me. 


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25  Without  God.  0.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

OD  is  in  this  and  every  place  ; 
But  O,  how  ^ark  and  void 
To  me  !  —  'tis  one  great  wilderness. 
This  earth  without  my  God. 

Empty  of  Him  who  all  things  fills, 

Till  He  His  light  impart,— 
Till  He  His  glorious  self  reveals,  — 

The  veil  is  on  my  heart, 
ai 


25, 26]  HYMNS. 

3  O  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
Pity  my  helpless  unbelief, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye ; 

The  long-sought  blessing  give  ; 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  Thy  face  and  live. 

26  God  of  my  Life.  L.  M. 

[By  Chakles  Wbsley.] 

GOD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head ; 

2  In  all  my  ways  Thy  hand  I  own  ; 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  ; 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  Thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast ! 
Secure  within  Thine  arms  to  lie. 
And  safe  beneath  Thy  wings  to  rest. 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  Thou,  0  Christ,  my  wisdom  art : 
I  ever  into  ruin  run. 

But  Thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known ; 

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HYMNS.  [26-28 

Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find,  — 
The  heaven  of  loving  Thee  alone. 

27  "  Holy  Father r  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.J 

GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim ; 
Be  Thou  my  hoi3e,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  Thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  Thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  Thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  Thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  Thee  I  long,  to  Thee  I  look ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice. 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

28  "  The  Living  Godr  0.   M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

GREAT  God!  how  infinite  art  Thou! 
What  worthless  mortals  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow. 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 

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28, 29]  HYMNS. 

Thou  art  the  ever-Uving  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view  ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God !  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthless  mortals  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

29  Delight  in    Worship.  L,  M, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  84.] 

GREAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  Thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  Thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  Thy  house,  O  God  of  grace. 
Not  tents  of  ease,  or  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  Thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun.  He  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield,  He  guards  our  way 
From  all  assaults  of  hell  and  sin. 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

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HYMNS.  [29, 30 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  Thy  presence  flee, 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  Thee. 

30  O^^ide  3Ie.  P.  M. 

[By  Rev.  William  Williams,  of  Wales,  bom  1717;  died  ir9L] 

GA  UIDE  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
r     Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  : 
I  am  weak  —  but  Thou  art  mighty. 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  w^ant  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar. 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 


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31, 32]  HYMNS. 

31  Help  my    Unbelief.  Q,  H, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

HOW  sweet  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  !  — 
Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faitliful  Lord. 

2  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise,  Lord ; 
O  help  my  unbelief! 

3  To  the  blest  fountain  of  Thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  Thine  arms  I  flill ; 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

32  The  Precious  Name.  0.  M. 

[By  Rev.  John  Newtox,  born  1725  ;  died  1807.    The  friend  and  pastor  of 
Cowper,  who  with  Newton  wrote  the  celebrated  "  Olney  Hymns." 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  soi'rows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 


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HYMNS.  [32, 33 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasure,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace  : 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

33  Love  for  the    Church.  S.  M. 

[By  Rev.  Timothy  Dwight,  D.  D.,  bom  in  Massachusetts,  1752  ; 
died,  18ir.    Paraphrase  of  Psahu  137.] 

1L0VE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  Church,  0  God ! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

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33, 34J  HYMNS. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways  ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


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34  For  a  tender  Conscience.  Si  Mi 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

WANT  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear, 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near.  • 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 
Of  pride  or  fond  desire,  — 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  Thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  Thy  goodness  grieve, 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 

Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh. 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 
6  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray. 
That  moment,  Lord,  reprove, 

28 


HYMNS.  [34, 35 

And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 
For  having  grieved  Thy  love. 

6  O  may  the  least  omission  pain 
My  well-instructed  soul ; 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole  ! 

35  Ashamed  of  Jesus.  L,  Mi 

[By  Rev.  Joseph  Geigo,  of  England  ;  died  1768.] 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise,  — 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  He, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  —  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ; 
No  !  —  when  I  blush  be  this  my  shame 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  Name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  —  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

2d 


35, 36]  HYMNS. 

6  Till  then  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain  — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be,  — 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


36  The   Charming  Name.  Oi  M. 

[By  Philip  Doddridge,  D.  D.,  a  Dissenting  minister  of  England  ; 
born  1702  ;    died  1751.] 

JESUS,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear: 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust : 
Jewels,  to  Thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  : 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

o  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  Name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath  : 
Then  speechless  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


HYMNS.  [37, 38 

87  Contrition,  P,  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep ; 
False  to  Thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored : 

On  me  be  all  long-suff 'ring  shown ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown  : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake, 

The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  Thy  back. 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow  ; 
If  Thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd, 

If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

38  The  only  Refuge,  P.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  Lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 

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38]  HYMNS. 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee : 
Leave,  0  leave  me  not  alone  ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stay'd ; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee : 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


J 


HYMNS.  [39, 4:0 

39  The  Trvih  and  Way.  S.  M. 

[By  Chables  Wesley.] 

ESUS,  my  truth,  my  way, 
My  sure,  unerring  light, 
On  Thee  my  feeble  steps  I  stay, 
Which  Thou  wilt  ofuide  aright 

2  My  wisdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counselor  Thou  art; 
O  never  let  me  leave  Thy  side, 
Or  from  Thy  paths  depart. 

3  I  lift  mine  eyes  to  Thee, 

Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be. 
And  never  put  to  shame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  Tliy  hands  my  cause  ; 
But  rest  in  Thy  redeeming  love. 
And  hang  upon  Thy  cross. 

5  O  make  me  all  like  Thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove  ; 

Settle,  confirm,  establish  me. 

And  build  me  up  in  love. 

6  Let  me  Thy  witness  live, 

When  sin  is  all  destroyed ; 
And  then  my  spotless  soul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

40  The  Shepherd.  7g, 

JESUS,  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep. 
In  Thine  arms  my  spirit  keep ; 

33 


40,  41]  HYMNS. 

I  am  weak  and  I  am  lone : 
Jesus,  take  me  for  Thine  own. 

2  In  Thy  bosom  Thou  dost  bear 
Those  who  most  do  need  Thy  care ; 
I  the  humblest  lamb  would  be, — 

I  would  trust  myself  to  Thee. 

3  Fair  and  lovely  to  behold 
Is  Thy  lower  earthly  fold  ; 
Guardian  care  shall  never  fail 
To  the  flock  within  its  pale. 

4  Still  my  ardent  hopes  aspire 
To  that  better  home  and  higher 
Where  from  every  fold  Thy  sheep 
Thou  shalt  safely  bring  and  keep. 

41  The  Great  Name,  0.  M. 

[By  Chaeles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  the  Name  high  over  all, 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky ; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  Name  to  sinners  dear,  — 

The  Name  to  sinners  given  ; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear  ; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 
Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 


HYMNS.  [4:1,  42 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  His  grace  ; 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

5  His  only  righteousness  I  show,  — 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 
'Tis  all  my  business  here  below 
To  cry,  —  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 

6  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name ; 
Preach  Him  to  all,  and  cry  in  death, 
Behold,  behold  the  Lamb ! 

42  The  Sweet  Memory.  0,  M. 

[B/St.  Ber.vakd  of  Clairraux,  who  died  in  1153.  He  wag  called  "  the  Mel- 
lifluous Doctor."  The  original  of  his  hymn  begins  "JesuDulcis  Me- 
nioria,"  and  contains  about  two  hundred  lines.  It  has  inspired  several  of 
our  modern  hymns.    This  version  is  by  E.  Caswall.] 

JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  1 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  : 

35 


42-4:4:]  HYMNS. 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  will  be ; 
Jesus  !  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

43  Unseen,  hut  Loved.  0,  M. 

[By  Ray  Palmer,  D.  D.,  born  in  Rhode  Island,  1808.    This  hymn  para- 
phrases 1  Pet.  i.  8.] 

JESUS,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
That  radiant  form  of  Thine  ! 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought, 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravish'd  soul. 

3  Yet,  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord  !  and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  Unknown. 

4  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart. 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  Thou  art. 

44  Refining  Fire.  0.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  Thine  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 


HYMNS.  ['I*,  45 

Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow ; 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

3  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume  : 
Come,  Jloly  Ghost,  for  Thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

4  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
Scatter  Thy  life  through  every  part. 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

5  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  free, 

Shall  then  no  longer  move ; 
While  Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me. 
And  all  my  heart  is  love. 

45  Tribute  of  Praise.  L,  ]j^, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

JESUS,  Thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  Thy  well-deserved  renown. 
And  wear  our  praises  as  Thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Like  the  blest  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 


45, 46]  HYMNS. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  stay : 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Let  every  moment,  as  it  flies. 
Increase  Thy  praise,  improve  our  joys. 
Till  we  be  raised  to  sing  thy  Name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

46  Zinzendorf's  Hymn.  L,  U, 

[By  Count  Zixzendorf,  ir.39.  This  version  is  by  John  Wesley.  The  first 
stanza  belongs  to  a  German  hymn  of  earlier  times  than  Zinzendorfs,  and 
is  often  quoted  at  the  death-bed  ol  Christians  in  Germany.  One  word  has 
been  altered.] 

JESUS,  Thy  love  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress : 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd. 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  Thy  great  day. 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am,  — 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  Father's  bosom  came  — 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me,  to  atone,  — 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

4  Lord,  I  believe  Thy  precious  blood,  — 
Which,  at  the  mercy-seat  of  God 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead,  — 
For  me,  e'en  for  my  soul,  was  shed. 

5  Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 


HYMNS.  [46-48 

Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

.  47  The  Loadstone  of  Love.  0,  Mi 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  united  by  Thy  grace. 
And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  seek  Thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  Thine  easy  yoke,  — 
A  band  of  love,  a  threefold  cord. 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  Thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 
And  ever  toward  each  other  move. 
And  ever  move  toward  Thee. 

4  To  Thee,  inseparably  joined. 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 

O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 

That  was  in  Thee  receive. 

48  Claiming  the  Promise.  g,  JJ, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

JESUS,  we  look  to  Thee, 
Thy  promised  presence  claim  : 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  Thy  name  : 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 


48, 49]  HYMNS. 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

3  We  meet  the  grace  to  take 

Which  Thou  hast  freely  given  ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

4  Present  we  know  Thou  art, 

But  O,  thyself  reveal ! 
Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

49  '^"^^  (f'S  lam.  L,  M. 

[By  Miss  Charlotte  Elliot,  of  England.] 

JUST  as  I  am  —  without  one  plea. 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  iDid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am ;  and  waiting  not 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot  — 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without  — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am  —  poor,  wretched,  blind  : 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

40 


HYMNS.  [49-51 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  : 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am  —  Thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  l3arrier  down  : 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea.  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

50  J^^i  ^s  ihou  art.  Li  Mi 

JUST  as  thou  art  —  without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace. 
Or  meetness  for  that  heavenly  place, 
O  guilty  sinner,  come,  0  come ! 

2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree ; 
The  stripes  thy  due  were  laid  on  me. 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free, — 

O  wretched  sinner,  come,  O  come  ! 

3  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross ; 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross : 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss,  — 

O  needy  sinner,  come,  O  come ! 

4  "  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come ; " 
Rejoicing  saints  reecho.  Come  ! 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come,  O  come  ! 

51  His  Goodness.  Ci  Mi 

[By   Dr.  Watts.] 

LET  every  tongue  Thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 

41 


51,  52]  HYMNS. 

Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 

When  virtue  lies  distress'd 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  Thy  servants  feel, 

Thou  hear'st  Thy  children's  cry ; 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere  : 
Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  Tliy  praise. 

And  spread  Thy  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 


52  Omniscience.  0,  ]\I, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  lo9.] 

LORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  Thee ; 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 


HYMNS.  [52,  53 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  Thee,  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within, 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'st  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  high : 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  Thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  Thy  grace  surround  me  still. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove. 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill. 
Secured  by  sov'reign  love. 

53  Lord^  dismiss  us.  P,  M, 

[By  Rev.  George  Bcrdfr,  of  England,  born  in  London  in  1752  ;  died  in 
1832  ;  one  of  the  founders  of  the  Religious  Tract  Society.] 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

O  refresh  us. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

4  43 


L* 


53,  54]  HYMNS. 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

54  Pentecost.  0.  M. 

[By  James  Montgomery.] 

ORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
In  this  accepted  hour. 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 
We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 

The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 
Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind ; 

One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 
The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire, 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 
Spirit  of  light,  explore 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 

Unto  the  perfect  day. 
Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou, 

In  life  and  death,  our  guide : 
O  Spirit  of  adoption  !  now 

May  we  be  sanctified. 

44 


I 


HYMNS.  [55, 56 

55  Sunday  Morning.  C  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

ORD,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
.J     My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye :  — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints  ; 
Presenting,  at  the  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Now  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

4  O  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

56  Unclean.  L,  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2   Behold,  we  fall  before  Thy  face  ; 
Our  only  refuge  is  Thy  grace  : 
No  outward  forms  can  make  us  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 


66, 57]  HYMNS. 

3  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

4  Jesus,  Thy  blood,  Thy  blood  alone, 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  us  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  us  so. 

5  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  our  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease  ; 
Lord,  let  us  hear  Thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  these  broken  hearts  rejoice. 

57  Invoking  Blessings.  P,  Mi 

[By  Rev.  William  Hammond,  an  English  Moravian,  who  died  in  1783.] 

LORD,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  : 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace. 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn  ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 


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HYMNS.  [57-59 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5   Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee,  a  gracious  God  and  kind  : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

58  Our  Example.  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  Word ; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  def'rence  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine ! 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer : 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  Thy  victory  too. 

Be  Thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  : 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amonof  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


59  '^LooMng  unto  Jesus''  P,  ]V[, 

[By  Ray  Palmer,  D.  D.] 

Y  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine : 
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59, 601  HYMNS. 

Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  clay 
Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire : 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide  : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 


M 


60  Perpetual  Blessings.  Li  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

Y  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  descend  like  early  dew. 
Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night. 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light. 

And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 
I  yield  myself  to  Thy  command  ; 

To  Thee  devote  my  nights  and  days ; 

48 


HYMNS.  [60-62 

Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


M 


61  Steadfast  Faith.  0.  M. 

[By  Charles  "Wesley.] 

"Y  God,  I  know,  I  feel  Thee  mine, 
And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  lost  in  Thine, 
And  all  renew'd  I  am. 

2  I  hold  Thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 
And  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  steadfastly  by  faith  I  stand. 
And  all  Thy  goodness  know. 


M 


62  Heaven  upon  Earth.  Si  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

Y  God,  my  life,  my  love. 
To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call : 
I  cannot  live  if  Thou  remove. 
For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  The  smilings  of  Thy  face. 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  Thine  embrace, 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

3  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 

49 


62, 63]  HYMNS. 

If  God  His  residence  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
Nor  yield  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  Thy  presence.  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll : 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 


M^ 


63  The  All-svfficient  Portion.  0.  M, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  All, 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

To  Thee  I  owe  my  wealth,  and  friends. 

And  health,  and  safe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  Thy  Name  for  meaner  things  ; 

But  they  are  not  my  God. 

How  vain  a. toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compared  with  Thee  ; 

Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 
50 


HYMNS.  [63, 64 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  Thy  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


M 


64  Triumphant  Joy.  0,  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

Y  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  : 

In  darkest  shades  if  Thou  appear. 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 

And  Thou  my  rising  sun. 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
if  Jesus  shows  His  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers  I  am  His. 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word. 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 

To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 

51 


64:-66]  HYMNS. 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


M" 


65  Sustain  Me.  L.  M. 

Y  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  Thou  ; 
To  Thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  Thy  wounds  impart,  — 
I  find  Thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

Be  Thou  my  strength,  —  be  Thou  my  way  ; 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day  : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  Thy  side. 

In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  Thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

My  suff^'ring  time  sliall  soon  be  o'er ; 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  Thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


66  Praise  delightful.  0.  M, 

[By  Dr.  Watxs.J 

Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  Thy  praise. 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end,  — 
The  numbers  of  Thy  ori'ace  ? 


M 


I  trust  in  Thy  eternal  word ; 
Thy  goodness  I  adore : 
52 


\ 


HYMNS.  [66, 67 

Send  down  Thy  grace,  O  blessed  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march  with  courage,  in  Thy  strength, 
To  see  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake  !  awake  !  my  tuneful  powers. 

With  this  delightful  song ; 
And  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 


67  "  Nearer  to  Thee."  P,  M, 

[By  Sarah  Flower  Adams,  who  died  in  1848.] 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  : 
Ev'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

3  There  let  the  w^ay  appear 

Steps  up  to  heaven  ; 

53 


67, 68]  HYMNS. 

All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

58  ^  Parting  Messing.  Oi  Mi 

"By  Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons,  D.  D.,  an  English  Congregationalist:  died  1785.] 

NOW  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Who  from  th'  impris'ning  grave 
Restored  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep. 
Omnipotent  to  save  ;  — 

2  Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood 
Which  He  on  Calvary  spilt. 
To  make  th'  eternal  cov'nant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built ;  — 

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HYMNS.  [68,69 

3  Perfect  our  souls  in  every  grace, 

T'  accomplish  all  His  will ; 
And  all  that's  pleasing  in  His  sight 
Inspire  us  to  fulfill. 

4  For  the  great  Mediator's  sake 

We  every  blessing  pray  ; 
With  glory  let  His  name  be  crown'd, 
Through  heaven's  eternal  day. 


69  The  Spirit  Absent.  0.  M. 

[By  William  Cowper,  of  Enfiland,  born  I'Sl ;  died  in  ISOO.  He  was  much 
of  his  life  under  the  cloud  of  insanity.  He  wrote  fhe  following  hymn  ex- 
pressive of  his  spiritual  darkness  in  one  of  his  lucid  intervals.] 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God,  — 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  meni'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill, 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

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69, 70]  HYMNS, 

5  The  clearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


70  For  Inward  Peace.  Oi  M, 

OFOR  a  heart  of  calm  repose 
Amid  the  world's  loud  roar, 
A  life  that  like  a  river  flows 
Along  a  peaceful  shore  ! 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  still  my  heart 

With  gentleness  divine ; 
Indwelling  peace  Thou  canst  impart : 
O,  make  that  blessing  mine ! 

3  Above  these  scenes  of  storm  and  strife 

There  spreads  a  region  fair ; 
Give  me  to  live  that  higher  life, 
And  breathe  that  heavenly  air  ! 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  breathe  that  peace ! 

That  victory  make  me  win  ! 
Then  shall  my  soul  her  conflict  cease. 
And  find  a  heaven  within. 

56 


0 


HYMNS.  [71, 72 

71  Thy  TJirone  in  my  Heart.  0.  M, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me :  — 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak,  — - 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within :  — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  Thine. 

72  Perfect  Rest.  L.  M. 

[By  AWTOjr  Ulrich,  Duke  of  Brunswick,  166r.     Translated  from  the  Ger- 
man by  Catherine  Winkwortli .] 

OGOD,  I  long  Thy  light  to  see ; 
My  God,  I  hourly  think  on  Thee  ; 
O  draw  me  up,  nor  hide  Thy  face. 
But  help  me  from  Thy  holy  place. 

2  Remember  that  I  am  Thy  child  ; 
Forgive  whate'er  my  soul  defiled ; 
Blot  out  my  sins,  that  I  may  rise 
Freely  to  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

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0 


72-74]  HYMNS. 

3  Help  me  to  love  the  world  no  more ; 
Be  master  of  my  house  and  store ; 
The  shield  of  faith  around  me  throw, 
And  break  the  arrows  of  my  foe. 

4  Fain  would  my  heart  henceforward  be 
Fix'd,  O  my  God,  alone  on  Thee ; 
That  heart  and  soul  by  Thee  possest, 
May  find  in  Thee  their  perfect  rest. 

73  Jacob" s  Prayer.  CJ,  M, 

[By  Rev.  JonK  Looaw,  of  Scotland  ;  died  in  1788,  aged  40.J 

GOD  of  Abram  !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  — 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ! 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide : 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide  ! 

4  0  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease. 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  feet  arrive  in  peace ! 

74  God,  our  Help.  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  90.] 

GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

68 


0 


IIYiMNS.  [74, 75 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  :  — 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood. 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears. 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  flood. 
And  lost  in  foll'wing  years. 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Be  Thou  our  guide  while  life  shall  last. 
And  our  perpetual  home  !  • 

75  Fullness  of  Grace.  L,  M. 

[By  James  Montgomerv.] 

SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

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0 


75, 76]  HYMNS. 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion  —  order,  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength,  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations ;  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 


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76  Remember  Me!  0.  M. 

[By  Rev. Thomas  Howeis,  M.  D.,  of  England;  born  1732  ;  died  in  1820.] 

THOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
O  Lord,  remember  me. 

When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

1  wait  Thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath,  — 

O  Lord,  remember  me. 

60 


HYMNS.  [76, 77 

And  when  before  Thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  Thee, 
Then,  with  the  saints  at  Thy  right  hand, 

O  Lord,  remember  me. 


77  Bethel  L.M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

OTHOU,  whom  all  Thy  saints  adore. 
We  now  with  all  Thy  saints  agree. 
And  bow  our  inmost  souls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majesty. 

2  We  come,  great  God,  to  seek  Thy  face, 

And  for  Thy  lo\dng  kindness  wait; 
And  O,  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  own  house,  'tis  heaven's  gate. 

3  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  Thee  nigh  ; 

To  Thee  our  trembling  hearts  aspire : 
And  lo !  we  see  descend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

4  Still  let  it  on  th'  assembly  stay, 

And  all  the  house  with  glory  fill : 
To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  lead  us  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

5  There  let  us  all  with  Jesus  stand, 

And  join  the  general  Church  above, 
And  take  our  seats  at  Thy  right  hand. 
And  sing  Thine  everlasting  love. 

61 


78, 79]  HYMNS. 

78  Pentecost.  L,  M, 

[By  Henry  More.] 

ON  all  the  earth  Thy  Spirit  shower ; 
The  earth  in  righteousness  renew ; 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower, 
And  to  Thy  sceptre  all  subdue. 

2  Like  mighty  winds,  or  torrents  fierce, 

Let  Him  opposers  all  o'errun ; 
And  every  law  of  sin  reverse, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one. 

3  Yea,  let  Him,  Lord,  in  every  place 

His  richest  energy  declare  ; 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 
The  kingdom  of  Thy  Christ  prepare. 

4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God  and  true; 

The  ancient  seers  thou  didst  inspire,  — 
To  us  perform  the  promise  due,  — 
Descend,  and  crown  us  now  with  fire. 


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79  Bless  the  Word!  0.  M. 

[By  Rev.  Joseph  Hart,  an  English  Independent ;  born  in  1712  ;  died  1768.] 

,NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God ; 
Once  more  His  blessing  ask : 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 

Father,  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 
From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name. 

And  bid  our  waiting  minds  attend. 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

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HYMNS.  [79,  80 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  Thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose  ; 

To  each  Thy  blessings  suit ; 
And  let  the  seed  Thy  servant  sows. 
Produce  abundant  fruit. 

80  Rock  of  Ages.  P.M. 

[By  Rev.  Augustus  M.Toplady,  an  English  clergyman  :  born  1741  ;  died 
in  1778.  A  favorite  with  every  Christian  who  has  ever  heard  it.  Prince 
Albert  used  it  in  his  dying  hour.  The  author  of  "  Rock  of  Ages,"  and  the 
author  of"  Jesus  lover  of  my  Soul "  were  fierce  polemics  while  they  lived, 
carrying  their  warfare  into  personalities.  They  had  zeal  in  prose  but 
charity  in  poetry.  Who  doubts  that  either  has  failed  to  find  a  "  refuge  for 
his  soul"  in  the  "  Rock  of  Ages ?  "  Dr.  Schaff  notices  as  a  curiosity  that  the 
L,yra  Catholica  has  this  hymn  along-side  hymns  from  the  Breviary  and 
Missal.    We  are  one  in  Christ.] 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  Thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure,  — 
Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  law's  demands. 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow,  — 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 

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80, 81]  HYMNS. 

Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  hie,  — 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 
4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne,  — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

81  Litany.  P.  M. 

[By  Sir  Robert  Graxt  ;  born  \7S5  ;  died  1838  ;  Governor  of  Bombay.    He 
wrote  twelve  Sacred  Lyrics,  of  which  this  is  the  best.] 

SAVIOUR,  when,  in  dust,  to  Thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee,  — 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes,  — 
O,  by  all  Thy  pain  and  woe 
SufFer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  Thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer  ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  tort'ring  scorn ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veil'd  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice, — 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  Thy  deep,  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  sad,  sepulchral  stone ; 
By  the  vault  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God,  — 

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HYMNS.  [81-83 

O,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord, 
Saviour,  listen  to  our  cry. 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

32  Sunday  Evening.  P,  Mt 

[By  Samuel  F.  Smith,  D.  D.,  a  Baptist  clergyman  of  Massachusetts,  bom 

SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades  ; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose, 
At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad ; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God,  — 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within. 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  vSabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  Thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

83  Evening,  P,  M. 

fBy  Geokge  W.  Doase,  D.  D.,  Protestant  Episcopal  Bishop  of  New  Jersey  ; 
born  in  1799,  died  in  1859.] 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  our  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  Thee. 

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83-85]  HYMNS. 

2  Soon  from  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

84  'S'm  of  my  Soul  L,  M, 

[By  Rev.  Jonx  Keble,  D.  D.,  author  of  the  "  Christian  Year  ; "  died  18CC.] 

UN  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near : 
O,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes! 

2  When  soft  the  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  —  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve. 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  1  dare  not  die. 

4  Be  near  to  bless  me  when  I  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  my  way  I  take; 
Abide  with  me  till  in  Thy  love 

I  lose  myself  in  heaven  above. 

85  The  Lord  of  Life.  L.  M. 

[By  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes,  M.  D.,  born  in  1809.] 

UN  of  our  life  !  Thy  wakening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope !  Thy  soflen'd  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 


S^ 


HYMNS.  [85, 86 

2  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow's  arch  Thy  mercy's  sign ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 

3  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  ai)ove, 

"Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love ; 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

86  Sabhath  Joys.  L,  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  by  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part: 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  be  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wish'd  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
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87,  88]  HYMNS. 


T 


87  "  Thy  face,  Lord,  will  I  seek,"         0.  M. 

[By  Charles  Weslky.] 

lALK  with  us,  Lord,  Thyself  reveal, 
While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel 
The  kindling  of  Thy  love. 

2  With  Thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care : 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  Thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  Thy  sway, 
And  echo  to  Thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  Thy  face  ;  — 

'Tis  all  I  wish  to  seek  ; 
T'  attend  the  whispers  of  Thy  grace, 
And  hear  Thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 

Till  I  Thy  glory  see  ; 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy. 
And  find  my  heaven  in  Thee. 

88  The  Perfect  Law.  g.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

HE  thing  my  God  doth  hate, 
That  I  no  more  may  do ; 
Thy  creature.  Lord,  again  create, 

And  all  my  soul  renew. 
That  blessed  law  of  Thine, 
Jesus,  to  me  impart ; 


T 


HYMNS.  [88, 89 

The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 
O  write  it  on  my  heart ! 

3  Implant  it  deep  within, 

AVhence  it  may  ne'er  remove,  — 
The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

4  Thy  nature  be  my  law,  — 

Thy  spotless  sanctity  ; 
And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
My  happy  soul  to  Thee. 

89  Frailty  of  Life.  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 
And  humbly  own  to  Thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  — 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave : 
Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 
We're  travellinor  to  the  orrave. 

o  o 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

4  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road ; 
And  if  our  souls  be  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 


90, 91]  HYMNS. 

90  The  Endless  Sabbath.  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Doddridge.  Good  taste  suggests  that  the  third  stanza  be  not  used 
on  a  hot  day  in  midsummer.  It  is  more  edifying  in  winter  and  on  cloudy 
afternoons.] 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above : 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  ; 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose. 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin. 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

91  Exhaustless  Love.  Q,  ]\J, 

[By  Chaeles  Wesley.] 

THY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 
Unmerited  and  free. 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove. 
And  help  our  misery. 
2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 
Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 
That,  saved,  we  may  Thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  Thy  grace  declare. 
70 


HYMNS.  [91, 92 

3  Thy  goodness  and  Thy  truth  to  me, 

To  every  soul,  abound  ; 
A  vast,  unfathomable  sea, 

Where  all  our  thoug^hts  are  drovvn'd. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each. 
Enough  for  evermore. 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  Thy  mercies  are,  — 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  : 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns. 

Unalterably  sure  ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
His  goodness  must  endure. 

92  The  Law  of  Christ.  0.  M. 

[By  Charles  Weslet.] 

TRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  every  sinful  heart : 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  If  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other.  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear : 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 


92, 93]  HYMNS. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up ; 

Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  Thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow. 
Till  Thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  Thy  ready  bride : 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 

93  Sunday  Morning.  P,  M, 

[By  Heywaed.] 

WELCOME,  delightful  morn, 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest : 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend. 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace  : 
Thy  sceptre.  Lord,  extend. 

While  saints  address  Thy  face ; 
Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word. 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 

72 


HYMNS.  [93-95 

Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

94  Welcome,  Sweet  Day.  g,  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise : 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place. 

Where  Thou,  my  God,  art  seen. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

95  The  Sacred  Page,  0,  M. 

[By  William  Con'PER.] 

IIJ'HAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 
TT     Majestic,  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 
2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

73 


95, 96]  HYMNS. 

Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Lord !  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  Our  souls  rejoicingly  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  we  love, 
Till  glory  break  upon  our  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

96  All  Thy  Mercies.  0.  M. 

[By  Joseph  Addison.] 

WHEN  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear. 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

3  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps,  I  ran ; 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe. 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

74 


HYMNS.  [96, 97 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise ; 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 


97  The  Wondrous  Cross.  L,  ]y[, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss. 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head.  His  hands.  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


76 


98, 99]  HYMNS. 


98  Resting  on  God.  Q,  ]\I, 


[By  Mrs.  H.  M.  Williams.  We  know  nothing  of  the  author  of  this  inar- 
velously  fine  hymn,  except  her  niune,  and  that  she  was  born  1762  and 
died  ISlT.  Can  any  one  change  a  solitary  word  in  the  fourtli  stanza  with- 
out marring  it  ?] 

WHILE  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd  ; 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Tliy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  Thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear. 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see  : 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

76 


w 


HYMNS.  [99, 100 

99  Heirs  of  Heaven.  0,  M, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

H  Y  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  Thy  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love,  — 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  Thy  blest  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

100  Manifested  in  the  Flesh.  C,  ]\I, 

[By  Charles  Weslet.] 

WITH  glorious  clouds  encompass'd  round, 
Whom  angels  dimly  see, 
Will  the  Unsearchable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 

2  Will  He  forsake  His  throne  above,  — 
Himself  to  worms  impart  ? 
Answer,  Thou  Man  of  grief  and  love, 
And  speak  it  to  my  heart. 
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100]  HYMNS. 

3  In  manifested  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  design ; 
What  meant  the  sufF'ring  Son  of  man,  - 
The  streaming  blood  divine  ? 

4  Didst  Thou  not  in  our  flesh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below. 
That  I  might  now  perceive  Thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 

5  Might  view  the  Lamb  in  His  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  see  ; 
And  gaze,  transported  at  the  sight, 
To  all  eternity  ?  . 


78 


SPIEITUAL    SONGS. 


1  Crown  Him,  Q,  M, 

[By  Rev.  Edward  Perroxet,  one  of  the  associates  of  the  "Wesleys.  after- 
wards with  Lady  Huntingdon,  then  a  dissenting  minister.  In  180S  the 
hymn  was  printed  at  Canterbury,  Eng.,  on  a  canl  for  the  use  of  the  Sun- 
day-school to  which  is  appended  the  following  notice  of  the  author  : 
"  Rev.  Edward  Perronet  died  at  Canterbury,  January  2,  ]7'.)2.  His  dying 
words  were  '  Glory  to  God  in  the  height  of  His  divinity!  Glory  to  God  in 
the  depth  of  His  humanity  !  Glory  to  God  in  His  all-sufficiency  I  And 
into  His  hands  I  commend  my  spirit.'"] 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

That  hear  the  Saviour's  call. 
Now  shout  in  universal  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

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2,3]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Soldier  of  the  Cross.  CM, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name ! 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
Wliile  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar ; 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

3  Amazing  Grace.  fj,  ]\I, 

[By  Rev.  Johx  Newton.] 

AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me : 

80 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [3,4 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved : 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me : 

His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
'  As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yea,  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

4  Meeting,  after  Absence.  g,  ]y[, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

ND  are  we  yet  alive  !  — 

And  see  each  other's  face  !  — 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 

For  His  redeeming  grace. 
Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here. 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join. 

And  in  His  sight  appear. 
What  troubles  have  we  seen  ! 

What  conflicts  have  we  passed ! 

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A^ 


4:,  5]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last ! 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  His  love ; 
And  still  He  doth  His  help  afford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 
3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  His  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more  ; 
Let  UP  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

5  The  Joyous  Prospect.  (),  ]\I, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail. 
And  let  it  faint  or  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest,  — 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 
2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 
I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 
T  suffer  on  my  threescore  years. 
Till  my  Deliv'rer  come, 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [5,  6 

And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 
And  take  His  exile  home. 

3  0  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes 
Rivers  of  hfe  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise : 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conqu'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  suff 'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  Thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain  : 

Take  life  or  friends  away. 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

Sunday  Morning.  L,  M, 

[By  Samuel  Stexxett,  D.  D.,  an  English  Baptist.] 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begim  : 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
Enjoy  the  day  Thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  0  that  my  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise. 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ! 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  calm  repose 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows  ; 

3  That  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast ! 
It  is  the  pledge  of  that  dear  rest 


6,7]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains,  — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  j^ains. 
4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away. 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

7  The  Mercy-seat.  0.  M. 

[By  Rev.  John  Newton,  in  1779.] 

A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
ijL     Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea. 

With  this  J  venture  nigh; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin. 

By  Satan  sorely  prest. 
By  war  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  Him,  Thou  hast  died  ! 

5  O  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name ! 

6  "  Poor,  tempest-tossed  soul  be  still, 

My  promised  grace  receive : " 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [7,8 

'Tis  Jesus  speaks !  I  must,  I  will, 
1  can,  I  do  believe. 

Ahha,  Father.  P,  M. 

[By  CoARLES  Wesley.] 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise  ; 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  Hands. 
He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede ;' 
His  all-redeeming  love. 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 
Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 
The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  tq  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 
My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear : 


8,9]  SPIKITUAL  SONGS. 

He  owns  me  for  His  child  ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear  :  — 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
9  The  Song  of  the  Lamb.  Q.  M. 

[By  William    Hammond,    a  Calvinistic-Methodist  preacher,    afterwards 

a  Moravian  ;  died  1783.] 

Rev.  XV.  3.  4. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ! 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  : 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs. 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way. 

Ye  ransomed  sinners^  sing  ! 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come ! " 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away 

To  our  eternal  home. 
6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

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A 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [10,11 

10  Away  xoith  Fear.  L.  Mi 

[By  Charles  "Wesley.    A  paraphrase  of  Habakkuk  iii.  17, 18.J 

WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear, 
Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place  ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear,  — 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  His  face  : 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  Him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny. 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 
The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil,  — 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race. 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord,  — 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

11  The  Neic  Song.  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Kev.  v.] 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amid  His  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  Church  adore  around. 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 

87 


11,12]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints ; 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 
4  He  has  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Has  broken  every  chain, 
Has  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  with  Him  shall  reign. 

12  Christian  Sympathy.  g,  ]y[, 

[By  Rev.  Johx  Fa^cett,  D.  D.,  born  in  1750  ;  died  in  1817.  He  was  pn.stor 
of  a  poor  Church  in  Yorkshire.  The  size  of  family  led  him  to  accept  the 
call  of  a  Baptist  Church  in  London,  but  while  the  last  of  the  wagons  that 
were  to  transport  his  furniture  was  being  packed,  his  poor  people  clung  to 
him  with  tears  and  lamentings,  that  so  moved  him  as  to  induce  him  to  re- 
main. This  gave  origin  to  this  hymn  of  mutual  love,  wliich  has  been  sung 
by  thousands  of  Christians.  George  III.  made  him  offers  of  preferment 
but  he  answered  substantially  that  he  "  dwelt  among  his  own  people  and 
needed  nothing  that  even  a  King  could  bestow."  He  died  in  the  pulpit 
while  preaching  to  an  immense  congregation  on  the  text,  "  I  am  this  day 
going  the  way  of  all  the  earth."    Joshua  xxiii.  14.] 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one,  — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  "We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [12,13 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
Wliile  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

5  The  Tear  of  Jubilee.  P.M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

.Hath  full  atonement  made : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God,  — 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 


13-15]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jublilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

14  Breast  the  Wave,  Christian.  P,  ]\I, 

BREAST    the  wave,    Christian,  when    it   is 
strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is  longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavor ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 

2  Fight. the  fight,  Christian  ;  Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian  ;  heaven  is  before  thee ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 

O,  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

3  Lift  the  eye.  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  : 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth  : 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall  sever ; 
Then  shalt  thou  mount  upward   to  praise  Him 

forever. 

X5  The  Pilgrim's  Song,  p,  ]\I, 

[By  Rev.  John  Cennick,  an  English  Moravian  of  the  last  century.] 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  w  ays. 
2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [15,16 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad ; 

Christ  our  Advocate  is  made : 
Us  to  save  our  flesh  assumes,  — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  Thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

16  The  Resolution.  0.  M, 

[By  Rev.  EDMUJfD  Jokes,   a  popular  Welsh  Baptist  minister  of  the  last 
century.] 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 

Like  mountains  round  me  close ; 
I  know  His  courts,  I'll  enter  inj 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  His  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  Him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  His  sov'reio^n  orrace. 

4  Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

7  91 


16,17]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

5  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  — 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 

6  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 

AVhen  1  the  King  have  tried 
This  were  to  die,  delightful  thought ! 
As  sinner  never  died. 

17  Bliss-inspiring  Hope.  P,  ]\I, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  His  face  appear. 

And  by  His  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up  ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [17-19 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

18  Come^  ye  Disconsolate.  P,  Mi 

[By  Thomas  Moore,  born  in  Ireland  I'.SO  ;  died  in  1852.] 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  ; 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  w^ounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure,  — 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying,  — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above  ; 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  knowing  — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 

19  Glory  begun  Beloia.  S,  ]\J, 

[By  Dr.  Waits.    Improved  by  Johx  Wesley.] 

C10ME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
)     And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 


19]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
While  ye  surround  His  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  this  place, 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high. 

That  all  the  earth  surveys. 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  calms  the  roaring  seas ; 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 
He  will  send  down  His  heavenly  powers, 
To  carry  us  above. 


1  There  we  shall  see  His  face. 

And  never,  never  sin : 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  His  grace. 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ; 

2  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state. 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 

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SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  [19,20 

Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry : 
We're  marching  through  Tmmanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

20  The  Invitation.  P.  M. 

[By  Rev.  Joseph  ELaet,  an  English  Independent,  born  1712  ;  died  1768.] 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing  :  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance,  — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh,  — 
Without  money, 
.     Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger : 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 

This  he  gives  you,  — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

95 


20,21]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous,  — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him ! 

Hear  Him  cry,  before  He  dies, 

It  is  finish'd  !  — 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood : 
Venture  on  Him ,  —  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  His  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 
21  Daughter  of  Zion  !  p^  ]\I, 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness : 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more  ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
ness ; 
Arise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [21,  22 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that  sub- 

dued them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge  that 

pursued  them  ; 
For  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of  war ! 

3  Daughter  of  Zion  I  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee, 
Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should 

be: 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is   destroyed  that   enslaved 

thee, 
Th'  ojDpressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free ! 


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22  J^epth  of  Mercy  !  P,  M. 

[By  CuAELEs  Wesley.] 

|EPTH  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 
I  have  long  withstood  His  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 
Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 
Kindled  His  releutings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare ; 


22,  23]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ?  — 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

5  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands ; 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands ; 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

23  The  Mercy-seat.  L,  M. 

[By  Stowell.] 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet,  — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suff 'ring  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [23,  24 

6  My  cunning  hand  shall  lose  its  skill, 
My  glowing  tongue  be  cold  and  still, 
My  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat 
Ere  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 

24  Missionary  Hymn.  P,  Mi 

[By  Bishop  Hebek.] 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  : 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  Avith  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  —  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 


24,25]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  AVaft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spread  from  pole  to  pole: 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lumb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  return  to  rei^n. 

25  The  Cloud  of  Witnesses. 

I. By  Dr.  Watts.] 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above  —  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wTCstled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given. 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [26,27 

26  Be  not  Afraid.  S.  M. 

[Translated  from  the  German  of  Rev.  Paul  Gekhard  by  Rev.  John  Wesley.] 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
Hope,  and  be  iindismay'd  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head  ; 
Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night  * 

Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  —  let  fear  depart, 

And  every  care  be  gone. 
What  though  thou  rulest  not ; 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim,  —  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  His  sov'reign  sway 

To  choose  and  to  command : 
So  shalt  thou,  wond'ring,  own  His  way, 

How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thouglit 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 

That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

27  Grace  All-sufficient.  g,  M, 

[By  Dr.  Doddridge.] 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 

101 


27,28]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  our  praise. 


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28  "  Lovest  Thou  Me  ?  "  P.  M, 

[By  William  Cowper.] 

"ARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 

'Tis  thy  Saviour,  —  hear  Jlis  word, 
Jesus  speaks,  He  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
"  I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 
And  when  wounded  heal'd  thy  wound. 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 
"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 
Yet  will  /  remember  thee. 
"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 

102 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [28,29 

Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  f\iithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?  " 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore : 

0  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  I 

29  Christ's  Kingdom.  P,  M. 

[By  James  Montgomeet.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  72.] 

"AIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed. 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression,  — 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  trangression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 
He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing,  — 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light,  — 
Whose  souls,  condenm'd  and  dying. 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 
He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

103 


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29,30]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth  : 
Before  Him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  Peace,  the  herald,  go. 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 
4  To  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
•  His  kingdom  still  increasing, — 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

30  "  Christ  is  BomJ'  P,  M, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 


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ARK  !  the  herald  ano^els  sing, 


Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by ; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Let  us,  then,  with  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King !  — 

104 


SPIKITUAL  SONGS.  [30,31 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  !  " 


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31  The  Song  of  JuUlee.  P,  M, 

[By  James  Moxtgomekt.] 

"ARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Loi^d  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  onmipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

Hallelujah  !  —  hark  !  the  sound, 
From  the  centre  to  the  skies. 

Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies : 

See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd  ; 
Sheath'd  His  sword:  He  speaks — 'tis  done, 

And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll. 

Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away : 
Then  the  end  ;  —  beneath  His  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

105 


32]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


32  Jesus  Reigns.  P.  M. 

fBv  Rev.  Thomas  Kellt,  a  popular  Irish  preacher,  bom  1769 ;  died  in 
1855.] 

HARK  !  ten  thou.^and  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above : 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices : 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love : 
See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  :* 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth : 
Lord  of  life.  Thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  Thy  saints  on  earth: 
When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever : 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown : 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own : 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace. 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing : 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day. 
When,  the  joyful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  : 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! " 

106 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [33 


33  Leading  Captivity  Captive.         L,  ]y[, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.  In  most  versions  the  first  lino  is  given,  "  He  dies  I  the 
Friend  of  sinners  dies  !"  In  this,  the  original  line  of  Watts  is  restored. 
All  other  deviations  from  the  original  are  by  John  Wesley,  probably  the 
most  judicious  mender  of  hymns  the  Church  has  produced.] 

HE  dies !  the  Heavenly  Lover  dies  ! 
Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground : 
Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  Him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you,  — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richest  blood. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree : 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  fbr  man ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see : 

Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  His  rise ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home, 

And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliv'rer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  He  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains : 
Say,  Live  forever,  wondrous  King  I 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save ; 
Then  ask  the  monster,  Where's  thy  sting  ? 

And,  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  Grave  ? 

^  107 


34,35]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


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34  '  Hmt  Blessed  Hope."  P,  M. 

[By  Chables  'Weslet.] 

EAD  of  the  Church  triumphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  Thee  ; 
Till  Thou  appear,  Thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory : 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 

With  blest  anticipation ; 
And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2  Thou  dost  conduct  Thy  people 

Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 
Nor  will  we  fear,  while  Thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes  ; 
By  Thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sin  Of  the  sonor  of  Moses. 

3  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  Thou  shalt  restore  us  ; 
The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize 

Which  Thou  hast  set  before  us  : 
And  if  Thou  count  us  worthy, 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  see  Thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

35  Precious  Promises.  P,  ]y[, 

[By  Rev.  Johx  Kirkham,  an  early  English  Jlcthodist.     This  hymn  first 
appeared  in  Rippoii's  Selection  in  ITsr.] 

OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word.' 

108 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [35 

What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ?  • 

2  "  Fear  not :  I   am  with  thee :  O  be  not   dis- 

may'd ! 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid : 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to 

go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall 

lie, 
My  grace,  all  sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  : 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  :  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'en   down   to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 

prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  still  leans  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  icill  not  desert  to  his  foes : 

That  soul,   though   all   hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never^  no  never  forsake." 

109 


36,37]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

36  Assurance  of  Hope.  Ci  Mi 

^  [By  Charles  Wesley.] 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place ; 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  O,  by  faith  I  see  ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight,  — 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near,  — 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd,  — 
And  with  His  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fiU'd. 

3  O  would  He  more  of  heaven  bestow  ! 

And  when  the  vessels  break, 
Let  our  triumphant  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me  ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  His  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

37  The  Pilgrim's  Lot.  P,  M. 

[By  Rev.  Johx  Wesley.] 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ; 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

110 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [37,38 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine. 
Already  saved  from  low  design, 

From  every  creature-love ; 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good  ; 
My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And,  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  I  come,  Thy  servant.  Lord,  replies  ; 
I  come  to  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
Soon  will  the  pilgrim's  journey  end  ; 
Then,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  Thy  breast ! 

38  Sufficiency  of  Jesus.  P,  ]y[, 

By  K«v.  Jonx  Newton.] 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
HI 


38,39]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  His  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 
I  should,  were  He  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I,  — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  His  face, 

My  all  to  His  pleasure  resign'd, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  His  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  Thine, 

If  Tliou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky  ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  to  Thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

39  "  I  heard  the  Voice  of  Jesus r         0.  M. 

[By  HoRATirs  Boxar,  D.  D.,  of  the  Free  Church  of  Scotland,  born  1808. 
This  hymn  written  in  1856.] 


I 


HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 

112 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [39,40 

Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  my  breast : " 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living-water  !  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light : 
Look  unto  me  ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey 's  done. 


I 


40  "  He  hath  home  our  Griefs."        P,  U, 

[By  Dr.  Bonak.    Suggested  by  Isa.  liii.  4.] 

LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

113 


40,41]  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 


--) 


I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

41  Everlasting  Praises.  P,  M, 

[By  Dr.  Watts-] 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 

On  Israel's  God  ;  He  made  the  sky,  • 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 

114 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [41,42 

His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  He  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

4  ril  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

42  Victo,^.  S.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 


I 


THE  good  fight  have  fought,  — 
O  when  shall  I  declare ! 
The  vict'ry  by  my  Saviour  got, 
1  long  with  Paul  to  share. 

O  may  I  triumph  so, 

When  all  my  warfare 's  past ; 
And,  dying,  find  my  latest  foe 

Under  my  feet  at  last ! 

This  blessed  word  be  mine, 
Just  as  the  port  is  gain'd,  — 

Kept  by  the  power  of  grace  divine, 
I  have  the  faith  maintain'd. 

115 


4:2,4:3]  SPIKITUAL  SONGS. 

4  Th'  apostles  of  iny  Lord, 

To  whom  it  first  was  given, 
They  could  not  speak  a  greater  word, 
Nor  all  the  saints  in  heaven. 


I 


43  The  Wandering  Sheep.  g,  Jf, 

[By  Rev.  Dr.  Bonae,  of  Scotland.] 

WAS  a  wand'ring  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controll'd  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep. 
The  Father  sought  His  child  : 

They  follow'd  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts,  waste  and  wild ; 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death 

Famish'd,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 
'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul ; 

'Twas  He  that  wash'd  me  in  His  blood, 
'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole ; 

No  more  a  wand'ring  sheep, 
I  love  to  be  controll'd  ; 

I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love  the  peaceful  fold. 

116 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [44 


44  Iivould  not  live  alway.  P,  ]y[, 

[By  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg,  D.  D.,  founder  and  rector  of 
St.  Luke's  Hospital,  N.  Y.  This  hymu  first  appeared  in  tlie  Episcojjal 
.Recorder  in  1824.  A  Committee  was  appointed  by  the  General  Conven- 
tion of  the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church  to  prepare  a  new  hymn-book  ; 
and  this  was  offered  by  a  member,  and  was  at  first  rejected.  Dr.  Muhlen- 
berg himself  being  a  member  of  the  Committee  and  voting  against  it.  It 
was  subsequently  adopted,  and  has  been  ever  since  immensely  popular.] 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm   after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 
the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  joys,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

2  I   would   not  live  alway;  no  — welcome  the 

tomb ! 
Since  Jesus  hath   lain  there,  I  dread  not    its 

gloom : 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  He  bid  me  arise. 
To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the 

plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet. 
Their   Saviour   and  brethren   transported   to 

greet ; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul. 

117 


45]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


I 


45  Rest  for  the  Weary.  P,  ]\I, 

N  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 
Where  the  Saviour 's  gone  before  me, 

To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  there  is  rest  for 
the  weary. 
There  is  rest  for  you. 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming. 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand ; 
My  stay  will  not  l3e  transient 

In  that  holy,  happy  land. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

Pain  nor  sickness  e'er  can  enter ; 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre 

I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 

Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanished, 
And  its  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 

Shout  with  gladness,  0  ye  ransomed ! 
Hail  with  joy  the  happy  morn. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 


118 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [46 

46  Consecration.  P,  Mi 

[By  Rev.  Hesey  Fraxcis  Lyte,  born  in  Scotland  in  1793  ;  died  in  1847; 
and  buried  in  Xice.] 

PART  I. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee, 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken  — 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition  — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  — 
God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me, 

Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue  ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might ; 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  scorn  me : 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  — 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ; 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  Thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee  Abba,  Father ; 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  Thee  ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather : 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

PART  n. 

1  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 

ii'j 


46,47]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me,, 
Thou  canst  give  me  sweetest  rest. 

O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 

0,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee! 

2  Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station. 

Something  still  to  do  and  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dw'ells  within  thee, 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine, 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  w^in  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  : 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition  — 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  raise. 

47  Christ  the  Way.  L.  M, 

[By  Rev.  John  Cennick.] 

JESUS,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone  — 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  Him  I  view. 
2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  way  that  leads  from  banishment, 

120 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [47,48 

The  King's  high  way  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

''  Come  hither,  soul ;  I  am  the  way." 

4  Lo  !  glad  I  come  ;  and  Thou,  blest  Lamb ! 
Wilt  take  me  guilty  as  I  am  : 

Nothing  but  sin  I  Thee  can  give  ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

5  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
How  dear  a  Saviour  I  have  found : 
I'll  point  to  Thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

48  The  Reign  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    Paraphiase  of  Psalm  72] 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  His  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
"With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue. 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  His  chains  ; 


48,4:91  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  weaiy  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  brhig 
reculiar  honors  to  our  King, 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

49  The  Neiv  Jerusalem.  Q,  Mi 

[This  hymn  first  became  generally  known  by  its  appearance  in  a  collection 
by  James  Montgomery,  who  declared  tiiat  he  was  not  the  author,  but 
that  he  considered  it  one  of  tlie  finest  in  the  language.  There  is  a  nianu- 
Bcript  copy  of  about  half  the  liynin  now  in  the  British  Museum.  It  bears 
the  initials  "  F.  B.  P."  a'hd  the  date  "  1616,"  and  the  words,  "  to  the  tune 
Diana."  It  is  almost  universally  popular  in  Scotland.  It  is  probably  a  de- 
scendant of  an  old  Latin  liymn.J 

JERUSALEM !  my  happy  home  ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
In  joy  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

2  O  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom. 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  : 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  [49-51 

Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
\Vlien  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

50  Joyfully.  P.  M. 

[By  Rev.  W.  H.  Hunter,  an  American  Methodist  clergyman.] 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above  : 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  co^ie, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  1  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

3  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear : 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

4  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banish'd,  His  sceptre  be  gone ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

51  «  Joy  to  the  World!  "  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room. 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 

9  123 


51,  52]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  make^the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness. 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


62  Gomfortfor  Mourners.  L,  M. 

[By  William  C.  Bryant.    Rearranged  and  very  slightly  altered  by  the 
,  Compilers.] 

IET  not  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 
J     Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny,  — 
Though  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart, 
And  spurn'd  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears  ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 
Grief  may  abide  an  evening  guest. 
Yet  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  For  God  has  mark'd  each  sorrowing  day, 

And  number'd  every  secret  tear  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  bliss  shall  pay 
For  all  His  children  suffer  here. 

124 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [53,  54 

53  LofUj  Joys,  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin  ; 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea. 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  How  oft  they  see  th'  heavenly  hills, 

Wliere  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ; 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles. 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

4  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys. 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

54  He  Comes!  P.M. 

[By  Rev.  Thomas  Olivers,  born  in  Wales  \~-2a,  and  died  in  London  ITSK). 
He  was  one  (^  John  Wesley's  early  assistants,  who  calls  him  his  "noble 
cobbler."  This  hymn  was  sung'in  St.  Paul's  Cathedral,  London,  in 
17.5.':!,  as  an  Advent  hymn.  "Such  honor  have"  not  "  a/i  His  saints." 
The  hymn  was  suggested  by  Rev.  i.  1. 

LO  !  He  comes  in  clouds  descending. 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train  : 

Alleluia  ! 
Christ  appears  on  earth  again. 
2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 

125 


54,55]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

They  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Ilim  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  These  dear  tokens  of  His  passion 

Still  His  dazzling  body  bears  ;  . 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 

To  His  ransomed  worshippers  ; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars. 

4  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  Kingdoms  for  Thine  own  ; 

0  come  quickly ! 
Alleluia !  Amen. 

55  The  Brmh  of  Fate.  P.M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.    Suggested  to  him  while  standing  upon  Land's 
End,  and  seeing  the  ocean  breaking  at  his  feet.] 

LO !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I^  stand, 
Secure,  insensible : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space. 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

126 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [55,56 

Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here  — 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  wdth  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


56  .      Home.  P.M. 

[By  Rev.  David  Denham,  an  English  Baptist  minister.] 

MID  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints : 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there  's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  : 
Prepare  me,  dear    Saviour,  for   heaven,  my 
home. 

127 


56,57]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the   children  of 

peace, 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose   love   cannot 

cease : 
Though  oft  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  Thee : 
Though  now  my  temptations  like    billows    may 

foam, 
All,  all  will   be  peace  when  I'm  with  Thee  at 
home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

O  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day : 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  Thee  would  I  come. 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

57  Christmas  Carol.  0,  Mi 

[By  Rev.  Samuel  Medley,  an  English  Baptist  clergyman.  He  had  been 
very  profane  in  early  life,  and  was  converted  under  Whitefield's  preach- 
ing.   He  was  born  1738,  and  died  in  1799.] 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran ; 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 

128 


SPIKITUAL  SONGS.  [57,58 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy,  was  new, — 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat,  — 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete  — 

Jesus  was  born  to  die. 

Hail,  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


M 


58  "^^^  Cross  and  the  Grown.  (),  ]y[, 

[By  G.  N.  Allex.] 

UST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No  :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

How  happy  are  the  saints  above 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love. 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear. 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear,  — 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me  ! 

129 


59,  60]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

59  The  Shining  Shore.  P.  M. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly,  — 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger  : 

For  O !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning. 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word,  — 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning : 
For  0 !  etc. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing : 
For  O  !  etc. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever,  — 
Our  King  says  "  Come  ;  "  and  there's  our  home 
Forever  and  forever. 
For  O !  etc. 

60  '   Courage,  my  Soul.  Q,  ]\J, 

[By  William  Cowper.] 

MY  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done. 
The  passing  moments  say ; 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead 
Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 

130 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [60,  61 

2  0  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 

From  all  created  things  ; 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above 
Whence  true  contentment  springs. 

3  Courage,  my  soul ;  thy  bitter  cross, 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 
But  shall  not  enter  there. 

4  The  sighing  ones,  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

5  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er 

Of  sublunary  care, 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 

6  Courage,  my  soul ;  on  God  rely  ; 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come  ; 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
To  bring  believers  home. 

61  The  Gospel  Banner.  P,  M. 

[By  Thomas  Hastings,  Mus.  Doc,  bom  in  Connecticut  in  1784.] 

'VJ'OW  be  the  gospel  banner 
XI  In  every  land  unfurl'd  ; 
And  be  the  shout,  Hosanna  ! 

Reecho'd  through  the  world  : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

131 


61,  62]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

2  What  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 
His  arm,  throuijhout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  : 
Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious ! 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace, 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious  : 

Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  : 
Thy  light.  Thy  love.  Thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting. 

The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise : 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 


N' 


62  Evening  Worship.  Oi  Mi 

[By  Rev.  John  Masox,  an  English  clergyman,  who  died  in  1694.] 

"OW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  This  day  God  was  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  Keeper  and  our  Guide ; 
His  care  was  on  our  weakness  shown,  — 
His  mercies  multiplied. 

3  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied. 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

]32 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [62-64: 

4  New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require  : 
Till  we  shall  praise  Thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

63  The  Stubborn  Heart.  L.  M, 

[By  Rev.  Joseph  Hart.] 

FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 
To  take  this  stubborn  heart  away  ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 
The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  seas  can  roar ;  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 
To  hear  the  sorrows  Thou  hast  felt, 
0  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 
Thy  judgments  too,  which  devils  fear  — 
Amazinor  thought  I  —  unmoved  I  hear  ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 
But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed ; 
And,  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  melt  and  chans^e  this  heart  of  mine. 


64  Praise  Bis  Power.  0,  Jjlj, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 

133 


0 


64,65]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus  !  —  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  —  and  list'ning  to  His  voice. 

New  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  Him,  ye  deaf;  His  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


0 


65  The  Glorious  Hope.  p,  1^, 

[By  Chaeles  Wesley.] 

GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love. 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

134 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [65,66 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 
A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  His  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up ; 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years  ; 
Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

Holy  Vows.  L,  ]y[, 

[By  Dr.  Doddridge.] 

0  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 

And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 
'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction  's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 

Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 
Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 

Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 

135 


66,67]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Nor  ever  from  Thy  Lord  depart : 
With  Him  of  every  good  possess'd. 
4  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


0 


67  Joys  of  First  Love.  P,  M, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

HOW  happy  are  they. 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine. 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received,  — 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  His  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
W^as  my  joy  and  my  song : 

0  that  all  His  salvation  might  see ; 

136 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [67,68 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 

To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

5  0  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  blest. 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

Divine  Love,  P,  |^, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

OLOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  Thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love,  — 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery. 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God : 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart : 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion.  Lord,  be  mine  ; 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

137 


68,  69]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

4  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  0  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast : 
^    From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  to  find  in  Thee 
My  everlasting  rest. 

69  Prayer  for  Help.  L.  ]\I, 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ; 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down  — 

To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 
Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  Thou  art, 
Give  me  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 
Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin. 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within,  — 

Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  Thee. 
Fain  would  I  learn  of  Thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 

The  labor  of  Thy  dying  love. 

138 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [69-71 

5  I  would,  but  Thou  must  give  the  power  ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  Thy  perfect  peace. 

70  Rapture.  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

'TIS  delight  without  alloy, 
Jesus,  to  hear  Thy  name  ; 
My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy ; 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign. 

When  love  inspires  my  breast,  — 
Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
The  sovereign  of  the  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease, 
And  sound  from  every  joyful  string 
Through  all  the  realms  of  bliss. 

4  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place. 

And  hasten  to  my  home  ; 
I  leap  to  meet  Thy  kind  embrace  ; 
I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come. 

5  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills  ; 

Let  sin  and  death  remove  ; 
'Tis  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels, 
And  death  must  yield  to  love. 

71  Hallelujah.  P.M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

THOU  God  of  my  salvation. 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin  ; 

10  139 


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71,  72]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Moved  by  Thy  divine  compassion, 
Who  has  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  Thee : 
Where  shall  I  Thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour ; 

He  hath  brought  salvation  near ; 
Manifests  His  pard'ning  favor ; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  His  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying,  — 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 
I  with  them  will  still  be  vying  — 
Glory  !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name ! 

4  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 

Unperceived  amid  the  throng  ; 
Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song: 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong ! 

72  Insatiate  Love.  L,  M, 

[From  the  Latin  of  St.  Berxahd,  who  died  11.53.  While  walking  in  the  gar- 
den with  his  brother-monks,  he  would  sometimes  exclaim,  "  Dear  brethren, 
1  must  go  ;  there  is  some  One  waiting  for  nie  in  my  cell."  That  One  waa 
the  object  of  his  supreme  love,  whom  he  celebrates  in  this  hymn.J 


0 


F  Hira  who  did  salvation  bring. 


I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy,  —  He'll  relieve ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,  —  He'll  forgive. 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [72,73 

2  Ask  but  His  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  He  turns  your  hell  to  heaven : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  Thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  He  blush'd  in  blood  ; 
He  closed  His  eyes  to  show  us  God  : 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  Thee  I  love,  for  Thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  Object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 

Ah  !  who  against  Thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah  !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 

73  The  Promised  Land.  0.  M. 

[By  Samuel  Stennett,  D.  D.,  an  eminent  English  Baptist  clergyman,  a 
personal  friend  of  George  III.  "  Stormy  banks,"  as  applied  to  Jordan,  may 
not  be  critically  accurate,  but  the  hyiiin  just  as  it  stands  has  become  so 
dear  to  many  that  we  do  not  choose  to  touch  a  single  word.] 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail. 

On  trees  innnortal  grow  ; 

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73,74]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

74  One  there  is  above  all  others.         P,  ]\I, 

[By  Rev.  John  Newton.] 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 
2  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  their  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God : 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [74,75 

This  was  boundless  love  indeed  : 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need. 

3  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  He  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 

Loves  us  though  we  treat  Him  thus : 
Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 
He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

4  O  !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love. 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  ; 
But,  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ouorht. 


P' 


75  Redemption.  0,  ]\I, 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

►LUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief ; 

He  saw,  and  0,  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 
With  joyful  haste  He  fled, 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoiled  the  powers  of  darkness  thus. 
And  broke  our  iron  chains  ; 

143 


75,76]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  0  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviours  praises  speak. 

6  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

76  Prayer.  L.  M. 

[By  Rev.  Joseph  Hart.] 

PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 
If  guilt  deject ;  if  sin  distress  ; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak : 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  Him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
Fear  not ;  His  merits  must  prevail : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [77,78 

77  The  Lord  is  King.  P,  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

REJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  King  ; 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore ! 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  !  —  again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns. 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice  !  —  again  I  say,  rejoice ! 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice !  —  again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  : 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice ; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice  ! 

78  The  Better  Portion.  P.  M. 

[By  Seagkave.] 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings ; 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 

145 


78,  79]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rd  heaven,  thy  native  place : 

Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
There  we'll  join  the  heavenly  train, 

Welcomed  to  partake  the  bliss  ; 
Fly  from  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

79  Evening  Blessing.  P,  J^^ 

[By  James  Edmeston,  a  Congregational  layman,  who  died  in  London  a 
few  years  ago,  at  an  advanced  age.] 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal  : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 
2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 
Though  the  arrow  near  us  fly, 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [79,80 

Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us ; 
We  are  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee : 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watcheth  where  Thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom  ! 

80  Condemned,  hut  Pleading.  Li  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.    A  paraphrase  of  the  51st  Psalm.] 

HOW  pity,  Lord ;  0  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 
My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound,  — 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offenses  pain  my  eyes. 
My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 

1  am  condemn'd,  but  Thou  art  clear. 
Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word, 

147 


80-82]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there,  ^ 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

81  God  always  Good.  Q,  ]y[, 

[By  Rev.  James  Hekvev,  author  of  "Meditations  among  the  Tombs," 
born  in  1714  ;  died  1758.] 

SINCE  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
O,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways ! 

2  Good,  when  He  gives,  supremely  good  ; 

Nor  less  when  He  denies  : 
Ev'n  crosses,  from  His  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love. 

So  constant  and  so  kind ! 

To  His  unerring,  gracious  will 

Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  divine. 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb  ! 


S' 


82  ^%  ^^'^^  y^  die  ?  p,  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

INNERS,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands  ; 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands,  — 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [82,83 

Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  Himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  Him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  His  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  His  love. 
Will  ye  not  His  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

O  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

83  Stay,  SpiriU  stay !  L.  M. 

[By  Charles  Wesley.] 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  ! 
Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  whoe'er  Thy  grace  received ; 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  seen. 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  grieved ; 

3  Yet,  O,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest ! 

149 


83-85]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Nor,  in  Thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 
4  O  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  by  Thy  gracious  hand  ; 
Guide  me  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

84  Siveet  Hour  of  Prayer,  L,  ]y[, 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  Thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
May  I  thy  consolations  share. 
Till  from  JNIount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 
I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight : 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize. 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

85  The  Spirit  of  Prayer,  g,  M, 

[By  Chakles  Wesley.] 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe  ! 
The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath, 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [85,86 

My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress'd ; 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  rest. 
2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come  ; 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace : 
SufFer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  Thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

)  The  Fountain.  0,  M. 

[By  William  Cowper.] 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb  !  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

151 


86-88]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

87  The  Heavenly  Canaan.  0.  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.  A  learned  English  compiler  rejects  this  hymn  because  of 
the  daring  defects  of  the  last  stanza,  which  have  long  been  apparent  to  us, 
which  we  think  obviated  by  the  slight  alteration  we  have  ventured  to 
make  in  the  line  next  the  last,  which  in  the  original  is,  "  Not  Jordan's 
stream  nor  Death's  cold  flood."  The  criticism  is  that  the  stream  and  the 
flood  are  the  same  or  different.  If  different,  what  has  the  Jordan  to  do 
with  the  departing  soul?  If  the  same,  the  line  means  "Not  Jordan's 
stream  nor  Jordan's  stream,"  or  "Not  Death's  cold  flood  nor  Death's  cold 
flood,"  which  is  neither  very  clear  nor  very  edifying.] 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 

And  never-with'ring  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
No  Jordan  stream  of  Death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


88  The  Sweetest  Name.  P,  M. 

IHERE  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 
No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [88-90 

The  name,  before  His  wondrous  birth, 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour,  given. 

CHORUS. 

We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 
And  hail  Him  blessed  Jesus ; 

For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 

2  And  when  He  hung  upon  the  tree, 

They  wrote  this  name  above  Him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
For  evermore  must  love  Him. 

3  So  now  upon  His  Father's  throne. 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  He  grandly  reigns, 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 

89  Immutable.  P,  M, 

[By  Bev.  Joseph  Hart.] 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  His  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end  : 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  Him  for  all  that  is  past. 
And  trust  Him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

90  The  Lord  will  Provide.  P,  M. 

[By  Rev.  John  New^tow.] 

THOUGH    troubles   assail,  and   dangers    af- 
fright. 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite, 

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90,91]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The    promise    assures    us,  —  The   Lord  will 
provide. 

2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread  : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  —  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

3  No  strength  of  our    own,    nor    goodness   we 

claim  : 

Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  Name ; 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  ; 

The  Lord  is  our  power,  —  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

4  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The   word   of    His    grace    shall   comfort  us 

through : 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  wath  Christ  on  our 

side, 
We   hope  to   die  shouting,  —  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

91  Memorials  of  Grace.  L,  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on,  — 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste. 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home : 

154 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [91,92 

But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

92  Dead  and  Alive.  P,  M. 

[By  Alice  Cart.    Rearranged  for  this  collection.] 

TILL  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name. 
Lord,  Thy  grace  denying, 
I  was  lost  in  sin  and  shame, 
Dying,  dying,  dying  ! 

2  Nothing  could  the  world  impart, 

Darkness  held  no  morrow  ; 
In  my  soul  and  in  my  heart, 
Sorrow,  sorrow,  sorrow ! 

3  When  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name, 

O  Thou  meek  and  lowly, 
Rapture  kindled  to  a  flame,  — 
Holy,  holy,  holy ! 

4  Henceforth  shall  creation  ring 

With  salvation's  story, 
Till  I  rise  with  Thee  to  sing. 
Glory,  glory,  glory ! 

11  155 


93,  94]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

93  The  Watchman.  P,  M, 

[By  Joiix  BowKixo,  LL.  D.] 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  the  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day  — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'ring  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  I  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

94  Blessings  of  Prayer.  L.  Mi 

[By  William  Cowpee.] 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ; 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [94,  95 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw  ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love  ; 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  keeps  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

95  The  Lovely  Sonnet. 

HEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 


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And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 
Vain  world,  adieu ! 

TVith  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore  : 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green. 
The  crystal  stream  —  delightful  scene  ! 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
Vain  world,  adieu ! 

The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land. 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand  ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil  : 

157 


95-97]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
Glory  to  God ! 

96  My  Title.  0.  M. 

[By  Rev.  Dr.  Watts.    Andrew  Jackson  declared  that  he  regarded  the  first 
stanza  of  this  hymn  the  best  thing  in  English  poetry.] 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


97  Calvary.  P.  M. 

[By  James  Moxtgomery.    Written  in  1812.] 

HEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  law. 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [97,98 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest. 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face. 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay,  — 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

98  Burial  of  Friends.  d  Mi 

[By  Dr.  Waits.] 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 

But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 
The  graves  of  all  the  saints  He  blest. 
And  softened  every  bed  ; 

4  Thence  He  arose,  ascended  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

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99,100]  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

99  ^«^^  of  Joy.  L.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.] 

TTTHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

T  T       What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  orate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life. 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  would  my  Lord  His  servant  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate. 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

100  His  Sympathy,  0.  M. 

[By  Dr.  Watts.] 

ITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High-Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness. 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within. 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean. 

For  He  hath  felt  the  same. 
He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears, 

160 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  [lOO 

And  in  His  measure  feels  afresh 

What  every  member  bears. 
He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  He  never  breaks, 

Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 
Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  His  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  every  trying  hour. 


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LTEIOS. 


\  A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God. 

[Written  by  Ltjthek,  on  his  way  to  the  Diet  of  "Worms.  In  hours  of  de- 
spondency he  was  accustomed  to  say  to  Melancthon,  "  Come,  Philip,  let 
U6  Bing  the  46th  Psalm."    This  version  is  by  F.  H.  Hedge.] 

A  MIGHTY  fortress  is  our  God, 
A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  Helper  He  amid  the  flood 
Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe ; 
His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And,  armed  with  cruel  hate, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 
Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide. 

Our  striving  would  be  losing ; 
Were  not  the  right  Man  on  our  side, 
The  Man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  He, 
Lord  Sabaoth  His  name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same. 
And  He  must  win  the  battle. 
And  though  this  world,  with  devils  fill'd. 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us, 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 
His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 

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X,  2]  LYRICS. 

The  Prince  of  Darkness  grim, 

We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 

His  rage  we  can  endure, 

For,  lo  !  his  doom  is  sure, 
One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 
That  word  above  all  earthly  powers  — 

No  thanks  to  them  —  abideth  ; 
The  spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth. 

Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 

This  mortal  life  also  ; 

The  body  they  may  kill, 

God's  truth  abideth  still, 
His  kingdom  is  forever. 

2  The  Stranger. 

[Written  in  1826, by  James  Montoomeky,  of  England,  son  of  a  Moravian 
minister  ;  bom  1771  ;  died  1854.] 

A    POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
J\      Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer,  Nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name. 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came. 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 
Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered,  —  not  a  word  he  spake,  — 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread  ; 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  —  but  gave  me  part  again  ; 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then ; 

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LYRICS.  [2 

For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

I  spied  him,  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock ;  his  strength  was  gone  ; 

The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 
He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on : 

I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up  ; 

Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 

Dipt,  and  returned  it  running  o'er ; 

I  drank  and  never  thirsted  more. 

'Twas  night ;  the  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof; 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

Stript,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 
I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  ; 

I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath. 
Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 

Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  healed  : 

I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed ; 

But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 

And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 
To  meet  a  traitor's  death  at  morn  ; 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed. 

And  honored  him  'midst  shame  and  scorn ; 

165 


2, 3]  LYRICS. 

My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die  ? 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will." 

Then  in  a  moment  to  my  view 

The  stranger  rose  from  his  disguise  ; 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew  ; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes  ! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  He  named : 

"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed  ; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be ; 

Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 

3  Abide  with  Us. 

[By  Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte,  born  at  Kelso,  June,  1793  ;  died  at  Nice 
in  1847.    This  was  his  last  hymn,  written  sliortly  before  his  death.] 

ABIDE  with  me  ;  fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me 
abide : 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  1 

Swift  to  the  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

0  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

1  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 
What  but   Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who,  like  Thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Tlirough  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,  abide  with 

me ! 

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LYRICS.  [3, 4 

I  fear  no  foe  :  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless, 

Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness ; 

Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  vic- 
tory ? 

I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the 
skies  ; 

Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 
shadows  flee,  — 

In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

.  Sunday  Evening. 

[By    Mrs.    Chaeles,  author  of  Schonberg-Cotta  Family.     Written 
in  1S67.] 

ANOTHER  day  of  heavenly  rest 
And  angels'  toil  is  ended, 
And  to  the  chorus  of  the  bless'd 

The  last  hymn  has  ascended. 
Tranquil  as  an  infant's  sleep 

Night  covers  cot  and  meadow ; 
Let  Thy  peace  with  calm  as  deep 

The  wearied  spirit  shadow. 
As  of  old  the  apostle  band 

All  their  labors  bore  Thee, 
Lowly  at  Thy  feet  we  stand. 

Lay  our  work  before  Thee. 
Pardon  Thou  the  imperfect  deed, 

Crown  the  weak  endeavor. 
Prosper  Thou  the  heavenly  seed, 

Work  Thou  with  us  ever. 


<t.  5]  LYRICS.> 

Let  Thy  Lambs  we  sought  to  feed 

By  Thy  hand  be  noiirish'd  ; 
Let  them  be  Thy  lambs  indeed, 

In  Thy  bosom  cherish'd. 
To  the  griefs  we  cannot  reach 

Breathe  Thou  consoUition  ; 
To  the  hearts  we  cannot  teach 

Bring  Thou  Thy  salvation. 

5  The  Heart's  Prayer. 

[Thomas  Moore,  born  in  Dublin  1780;  died  1852.] 

AS,  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean, 
Sweet  flowers  are  springing  no  mortal  can 
see, 
So,  deep  in  my  soul,  the  still  prayer  of  devotion, 
Unheard  by  the  world,  rises,  silent,  to  Thee, 
My  God  !  silent,  to  Thee,  — 
Pure,  warm,  silent,  to  Thee. 
As,   still   to   the   star  of   its   worship,    though 
clouded. 
The  needle  points  faithfully  o'er  the  dim  sea. 
So,  dark   when    I    roam,  in    this   wintry  world 
shrouded, 
The   hope   of  my  spirit  turns,  trembling,  to 
Thee, 
My  God  !  trembling,  to  Thee,  — 
True,  sure,  trembling,  to  Thee. 


LYRICS.  [6 

6  Stahat  Mater. 

[Probably  from  the  Latin  of  Jacobus  de  Bencdictis,  a  Franciscan  monk, 
who  died,  l.'JOfi,  at  a  great  age:  but  the  authorship  is  disputed.  It  is  the 
most  pathetic,  as  the  "  Dies  Ir£e  "  is  the  grandest,  of  he  Latin  hymns.  The 
two  concludinK  stanzas  are  from  the  'Olediaeval  Hymns  "  by'Erastus  C. 
Benedict,  published  by  Mr.  Randolph.  We  do  not  know  the  translator 
of  the  other  stanzas,  which  came  from  "  Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern."] 

AT  the  cross,  her  station  keeping, 
Stood  the  mournful  mother,  weeping, 

Where  He  hung,  her  Son  and  Lord ; 
For  her  soul  of  joy  bereaved, 
Bowed  with  anguish  deeply  grieved, 

Felt  the  sharp  and  piercing  sword. 
O  how  sad  and  sore  distressed  — 
Nor  was  she,  that  mother  blessed 

Of  the  sole  begotten  One  ; 
Deep  the  woe  of  her  affliction 
When  she  saw  the  crucifixion 

Of  her  ever-glorious  Son. 
Who  on  Christ's  dear  mother  gazing, 
Pierced  by  anguish  so  amazing. 

Born  of  woman  would  not  weep  ? 
Who  on  Christ's  dear  mother  thinking, 
Such  a  cup  of  sorrow  drinking, 

Would  not  share  her  sorrows  deep  ? 
For  His  people's  sins  chastised. 
She  beheld  her  Son  despised. 

Scourged  and  crowned  with  thorny  wreath  ; 
Saw  Him  then  from  judgment  taken, 
Mocked  by  foes,  by  friends  forsaken. 

Till  He  gave  His  soul  to  death. 
Jesus,  may  such  deep  devotion 
Stir  in  me  the  same  emotion, 

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6, 7]  LYRICS. 

Fount  of  love,  Redeemer  kind, 
That  my  heart,  fresh  ardor  gaining, 
And  a  purer  love  attaining, 

May  with  Thee  acceptance  find. 
All  his  stripes,  O  !  let  me  feel  them  ; 
On  my  heart  forever  seal  them, 

Printed  there  enduringly. 
All  His  woes,  beyond  cornparihg, 
For  my  sake  in  anguish  bearing, 

Let  me  share  them  willingly. 
On  the  Cross  of  Christ  relying, 
Tlu'ough  His  death  redeemed  from  dying, 

By  His  favor  fortified  ; 
When  my  mortal  frame  is  perished. 
Let  my  spirit  then  be  cherished, 

And  in  heaven  be  glorified. 

7  The  Crucijixion. 

[By  Rev.  Samuel  Wesley,  senior,  father  of  John  and  Charles  Wesley^. 
It  was  preserved  from  the  fire  which  consumed  the  rectory  at  Epworth,  in 
1709,  and  copied  from  the  scorched  sheets.] 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  Him  inclined 

To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 
Hark  !  how  He  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  : 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks,  — 

The  solid  marbles  rend. 
'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom  's  paid ! 

Receive  my  soul !  He  cries : 

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LYRICS.  [7,  8 

See  where  He  bows  His  sacred  head ; 

He  bows  His  head,  and  dies. 
But  soon  He'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  : 
0  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 

Was  ever  love,  like  Thine  ? 

3  Bound  upon  the  accursed  Tree. 

[By  Henry  Hakt  Milmax,  D.  D.,  Dean  of  St  Paul's,  London,  died  in  1868.] 

OUND  upon  the  accursed  tree 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn. 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
By  the  bafl^led  burning  thirst, 
By  the  drooping  death-dewed  brow,  — 
Son  of  man,  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 
Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noon-day  pale, 
Shiv'ring  rock,  and  rending  veil,  — 
Eden  promised,  ere  he  died. 
To  the  felon  at  his  side  ; 
Lord,  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow,  — 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou  ! 
Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  He ! 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry. 
Ghost  given  up  in  agony. 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 
In  the  chamber  of  the  dead: 

12  171 


8, 9]  LYRICS. 

Crucified  !  we  know  Thee  now,  — 
Son  of  man  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou ! 
Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  He  died  to  save, 
By  the  conquest  He  hath  won, 
By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow,  — 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou  !  'tis  Thou  ! 

9  "  Brightest  and  Best.'' 

[By  Reginald  Heber.  Bishop  of  Calcutta,  bom  in  England,  1783;  died  in 
18ii7.    This  hymn  written  in  1820.] 

BRIGHTEST  and   best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
Cold,  on  His  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  His  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining,  — 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  off 'rings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 
Vainly  we  offer  each   ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  : 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

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LYRICS.  [10 

IQ  The  Saint's  Homesickness. 

[We  give  in  this  lyric  what  we  esteem  the  best  stanzas  in  the  Rev.  J,  M. 
Neale's  admirable  version  of  the  famous  poem  written  in  the  twelflh  cen- 
tury by  Bernard  of  Clugiiy,  beginning  "Hie  breve  vivitur."  Those  who 
have  examined  the  original  know  that  the  poem  contains  nearly  three 
thousand  lines,  and  is  written  in  dactylic  hexameters,  uniting  the  leonine 
and  tailed  rhyme.  Every  possible  prosodial  difficulty  beset  the  author  in 
the  task  he  assigned  himself,  and  the  popularity  of  the  hymn  is  due  to  the 
spirit  o  genuine  poetry  which  has  survived  through  the  centuries  in  a 
body  so  cramping  and  unpoetical.] 

BRIEF  life  is  here  our  portion, 
Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
O  one,  O  onely  mansion ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 
"Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy. 
Beside  thy  living  waters 

All  plants  are,  great  and  small ; 
The  cedar  of  the  forest, 

The  hyssop  of  the  wall. 
"With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks ; 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays. 
Thy  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced ; 
Thy  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  corner  stone  is  Christ. 

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10]  LYRICS. 

Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower, 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 
Thou  feel'st  in  mystic  rapture, 

O  bride  that  know'st  no  guile, 
The  Prince's  sweetest  kisses, 

The  Prince's  loveliest  smile. 

Unfading  lilies,  bracelets 

Of  living  pearl,  thine  own  ; 
The  Lamb  is  ever  near  thee, 

The  Bridegroom  thine  alone. 
Jerusalem  the  golden  ! 

With  milk  and  honey  blest. 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 

I  know  not,  0,  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare  ; 
And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them, 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints. 
And  vainly  would  it  image 

The  assembly  of  the  saints. 
They  stand,  those  halls  of  Syon, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 

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And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  many  a  martyr  throng : 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph. 

The  song  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they,  beneath  their  Leader, 

Who  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
And  there  the  band  of  prophets 

United  praise  ascribes. 
And  there  the  twelvefold  chorus 

Of  Israel's  ransomed  tribes : 
The  lily-beds  of  virgins. 

The  roses'  martyr-glow, 
The  cohort  of  the  Fathers 

Who  kept  the  faith  below. 

O  fields  that  know  no  sorrow ! 

O  state  that  fears  no  strife  ! 
0  princely  bowers !  O  land  of  flowers  ! 

O  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 
Shall  I  ever  see  thy  face  ? 

0  sweet  and  blessed  country, 
Shall  I  ever  win  thy  grace  ? 

1  have  the  hope  within  me 

To  comfort  and  to  bless ! 
Shall  I  ever  win  the  prize  itself? 
O  tell  me,  tell  me,  Yes  ! 

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10, 11]  LYRICS. 

Exult,  0  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part 
His  only,  His  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 

21  Longing  for  Heaven. 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision. 
All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise ! 

Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  Him  : 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  Him : 
Angel  trumps  resound  His  fame : 
Lutes,  of  lucid  gold,  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  His  name : 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station, 

Shout  His  glorious  victories, 
Sing  His  great  salvation. 

Cast  their  crowns  before  His  throne, 

Cry,  in  reverential  tone. 

Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy  !  holy  !  holy  One  ! 

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LYRICS.  [12-13 

Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  at  once,  to  seize  us : 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  note  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung. 
Shout  we  with  the  heavenly  throng. 

12  Dust  to  Dust 

[By  Mrs.  Felicia  Hehans,  born  in  Liverpool,  Eng.,  Sept.  25, 1793  ;  died 
May  16,  ISia.] 

CALM  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
Ev'n  while  with  us  thy  footsteps  trod, 

His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 
Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 

No  more  may  fear  to  die. 
Lone  are  the  paths,  and  sad  the  bowers, 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone  ; 
But  0 !  a  brighter  home  than  ours, 

In  heaven,  is  now  thine  own. 

13  Saturday  Night. 

CHAFED  and  worn  with  worldly  care. 
Sweetly,  Lord,  my  heart  prepare ; 
Bid  the  inward  tempest  cease  ; 
Jesus,  come,  and  whisper  peace  ! 
Hush  the  whirlwind  of  my  will ; 
With  Thyself  my  spirit  fill ; 


13, 14]  LYRICS. 

End  in  calm  this  busy  week  — 
Let  the  Sabbath  gently  break ! 
Sever,  Lord,  the  earthly  ties  — 
Fain  niy  soul  to  Thee  would  rise ; 
Disentangle  me  from  time  — 
Lift  me  to  a  purer  clime  ; 
Let  me  cast  away  my  load  — 
Let  me  now  draw  nigh  to  God, 
Gently,  loving  Jesus,  speak  — 
End  in  calm  this  busy  week. 
Draw  the  curtain  of  repose, 
While  my  weary  eyelids  close  ; 
Steal  my  spirit  while  I  rest  — 
Give  me  dreaming  pure  and  blest ; 
Raise  me  with  a  cheerful  heart  — 
Holy  Ghost,  Thyself  impart ; 
Then  the  Sabbath  day  will  be 
Heaven  brought  down  to  earth  and  me. 

14  Watch,  Pray,  and  Work  ! 

[By  Fredrika  Bremer,  born  in  Finland  in  1802.] 

CHEEK  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous  ! 
Body  fail,  but  soul  have  peace  ! 
Welcome,  pain  !   thou  searcher  rigorous  ! 

Slay  me,  but  my  faith  increase. 
Sin,  o'er  sense  so  softly  stealing, 

Doubt,  that  would  my  strength  impair, 
Hence  at  once  from  life  and  feeling  ! 

Now  my  cross  I  gladly  bear. 
Up,  my  soul !  with  clear  sedateness 

Read  Heaven's  law,  writ  bright  and  broad  ; 

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LYRICS.  [11, 15 

Up  !   a  sacrifice  to  greatness, 

Truth,  and  goodness,  —  up  to  God  ! 

Up  to  labor  !  from  thee  shaking 
Off  the  bonds  of  sloth,  be  brave  ! 

Give  thyself  to  prayer  and  waking  ; 
Toil  some  fainting  heart  to  save ! 

15  V^^^^  Creator  Spiritus. 

fThe  origin  of  this  famous  hymn  is  unknown.  Its  authorship  has  been  at- 
tributed to  Charlemagne,  but  on  no  suificient  grounds,  so  far  as  we  can 
ascertain.  In  the  revisal  of  its  Liturgy  in  166.',  the  Church  of  England 
retained  it  in  its  offices  for  ordaining  priests  and  consecrating  bishops.  It 
was  formerly  used  at  the  coronation  of  kings  and  emperors.  The  Roman 
Catholic  Church  still  employs  it  at  the  creation  of  popes.  It  is  one  of  the 
instances  in  which  the  English  version  surpasses  the  original.] 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire. 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art. 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight. 
Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace. 
Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  : 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  One ; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along, 
This  may  be  our  endless  song  : 
Praise  to  Thine  eternal  merit, 
Father,  vSon,  and  Holy  Spirit. 

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16]  LYRICS. 

16   "  The  whole  Family  in  Heaven  and  Earth" 

[By  Rev.  Charles  Weslky.    Some  years  after  his  death,  liis  brother  John 
was  officiating  in  City  Koad  Chapel,  London.     After  prayer,  while  the 

Seople  were  expecting  the  hymn,  he  stood  silent  for  a  long  space,  with 
is  eyes  closed.  At  length  lie  solemnly  repeated  this  hymn  written  by  his 
deceased  brother.  The  effect  upon  those  who  knew  both  these  saiutly 
men,  is  said  to  have  been  overwhelming.] 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtained  the  prize  ; 
And  on  the  eac^le  wintrs  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 

In  earth  and  heaven,  are  one. 

One  family  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream,  of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  His  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 

Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die. 

O  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  Guide  ! 

0  that  the  word  were  given  ! 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  waves  divide, 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

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LYRICS.  [17,  18 

17  "  Come,  let  us  Fray." 

("^OME,  let  us  pray  :  'tis  sweet  to  feel 
J     That  God  Himself  is  near ; 
That,  while  we  at  His  footstool  kneel, 

His  mercy  deigns  to  hear : 
Though  sorrows  cloud  life's  dreary  way, 
This  is  our  solace,  —  let  us  pray. 
Come,  let  us  pray  :  the  burning  brow, 

The  heart  oppressed  with  care, 
And  all  the  w^oes  that  throng  us  now, 

Will  be  relieved  by  prayer : 
Our  God  will  chase  our  griefs  away  ; 
O  glorious  thought !  —  come,  let  us  pray. 
Come,  let  us  pray :  the  mercy-seat 

Invites  the  fervent  prayer  ; 
Our  Heavenly  Father  waits  to  greet 

The  contrite  spirit  there  : 
O  loiter  not,  nor  longer  stay 
From  Him  who  loves  us  ;  —  let  us  pray. 

18  " Prepare  ye  the  Way  of  the  Lord'' 

[By  Chaeles  Wesley.] 

C~  OMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 
Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord ; 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word. 
Go  into  every  nation,  go  ; 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, — 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show  : 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

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18, 19]  LYRICS. 

Hark  !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  —  Prepare  ; 

Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  waits  to  make  His  entrance  there. 

The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  come  ; 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey : 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room  ; 

Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  the  way. 

The  Lord  shall  clear  His  way  through  all ; 

Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain  ; 
The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall. 

Crooked  be  straight,  and  rugged  plain. 

The  glory  of  the  Lord  display'd 
Shall  all  mankind  together  view ; 

And  what  His  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do. 


19 


Dies  Irce. 


[Written  by  Thomas  of  Celano,  anionic  of  'he  order  of  the  Minorites. 
He  died  in  12.5.3,  and  this  poem  was  found  after  his  death,  in  a  box 
that  belonged  to  him.  There  are  seventy  English  translations  extant. 
Crashaw's  is  the  earliest.  Its  introduction  into  Faust,  by  Goethe,  has 
given  it  increased  popularity  in  modern  literature.  Dr.  Samuel  Johnson 
could  never  repeat  the  tenth  stanza  in  the  original  without  tears.  Sir  Wal- 
ter Scott  was  frequently  heard  murmuring  passages  of  it  in  his  last  ill- 
ness. Lord  Roscommon  died,  it  is  said,  repeating  with  great  devotion  two 
lines  of  his  own  translation, — 

"  Mv  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
t)o  not  forsake  me  in  my  end." 
We  have  found  the  version  by  Hon.  John  A.  Dix  to  combine,  in  the 
whole,  more  literalness  and  poetry  than  any  other  entire  translation. 
That  by  Dr.  S.  J.  Irons  is  regarded  as  the  best  in  J^ngland.  We  have 
combined  these  two.  giving  in  brackets  the  stanzas  by  Irons  ;  the  others 
are  by  Dix,  except  the  first,  which  is  by  another  hand.] 


D 


AY  of  wrath  !  that  day  of  burning. 
Earth  and  heaven  to  ashes  turning, 


Saint  and  Sibyl  were  discerning. 

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LYRICS.  [19 

Ah  !   what  terror  is  impending, 
When  the  Judge  is  seen  descending, 
And  each  secret  veil  is  rending. 
[^Yondrous  sound  the  trumpet  flingeth. 
Through  earth's  sepulchres  it  ringeth, 
All  before  the  throne  it  bringeth  !  ] 
Death  and  Nature,  mazed,  are  quaking, 
When,  the  grave's  long  slumber  breaking, 
Man  to  judgment  is  awaking. 
[Lo  !  the  book  exactly  worded, 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded  !  — 
Thence  shall  judgment  be  awarded.] 
[When  the  Judge  His  seat  attaineth, 
And  each  hidden  deed  arraigneth, 
Nothing  unavenged  remaineth.] 
What  shall  I  then  say,  unfriended, 
By  no  advocate  attended. 
When  the  just  are  scarce  defended  ? 
[King  of  Majesty  tremendous, 
Who  dost  free  salvation  send  us. 
Fount  of  Pity  !  then  befriend  us.] 
Holy  Jesus,  meek,  forbearing, 
For  my  sins  the  death-crown  wearing. 
Save  me,  in  that  day,  despairing. 
Worn  and  weary  Thou  hast  sought  me ; 
By  Thy  cross  and  passion  bought  me ;  — 
[Shall  such  grace  be  vainly  brought  me  ?] 
Eighteous  Judge  of  retribution. 
Give,  O  give  me  absolution 
Ere  the  day  of  dissolution. 

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19,  20]  LYRICS. 

[Guilty,  now,  I  pour  my  moaning, 
All  my  shame  with  anguish  owning ! 
Spare,  O  God,  Thy  suppliant  groaning  !] 
Thou  to  Mary  gav'st  remission, 
Ileard'st  the  dying  thief's  petition, 
Bad'st  me  hope  in  my  contrition. 
In  my  prayers  no  grace  discerning. 
Yet  on  me  Thy  favor  turning. 
Save  my  soul  from  endless  burning ! 
Give  me,  when  Thy  sheep  confiding 
Thou  art  from  the  goats  dividing, 
On  Thy  right  a  place  abiding ! 
When  the  wicked  are  confounded. 
And  by  bitter  flames  surrounded. 
Be  my  joyful  pardon  sounded  ! 
[Low  I  kneel,  with  heart  submission  — 
See,  like  ashes,  my  contrition  — 
Help  me  in  my  last  condition  !  ] 
Day  of  weeping,  when  from  ashes 
Man  shall  rise  'mid  lightning  flashes, 
Guilty,  trembling  with  contrition. 
Save  him,  Father,  from  perdition  ! 

20  Days  of  my  Youth. 

[By  St.  George  Tucker,  an  occomplished  scholar,  Judge  of  the  United 
States  District  Court  for  Eastern  Virginia,  born  l'5-2  ;  died  ISiT.] 

DAYS  of  my  youth,  ye  have  glided  away : 
Hairs  of  my  youth,  ye  are  frosted   and 
gray  : 
Eyes  of  my  youth,  your  keen  sight  is  no  more  : 
Cheeks  of  my  youth,  ye  are  furrow'd  all  o'er  : 

1S4 


LYRICS.  [20, 21 

Strength  of  my  youth,  all  your  vigor  is  gone  : 
Thoughts  of  my  youth,  your  gay  visions  are 

flown. 
Days  of  my  youth,  T  wish  not  your  recall : 
Hairs  of  my  youth,  I'm  content  ye  should  fall : 
Eyes  of  my  youth,  you  much  evil  have  seen  : 
Cheeks  of  my  youth,  bathed  in  tears  you  have 

been : 
Thoughts  of  my  youth,  you  have  led  me  astray : 
Strength  of  my  youth,  why  lament  your  decay  ? 
Days  of  my  age,  ye  will  shortly  be  past  : 
Pains  of  my  age,  yet  a  while  you  can  last : 
Joys  of  my  age,  in  true  wisdom  delight: 
Eyes  of  my  age,  be  religion  your  light : 
Thoughts  of  my  age,  dread  ye  not  the  cold  sod  : 
Hopes  of  my  age,  be  fix'd  on  your  God. 

21  The  Miracle. 

[By  Rev.  James  Freeman  Clarke,  bom  in  New  Hanover,  New  Hamp- 
shire, in  180.',  now  resides  in  Boston.    This  poem  was  written  in  1856] 

DEAR  Friend,  whose  presence  in  the  house, 
Whose  ojracious  word  benign. 
Could  once  at  Cana's  wedding  feast 

Turn  water  into  wine, — 
Come  visit  us,  and  when  dull  work 

Grows  weary,  line  on  line. 
Revive  our  souls,  and  make  us  see 

Life's  water  glow  as  wine. 
Gay  mirth  shall  deepen  into  joy. 

Earth's  hopes  shall  grow  divine, 
When  Jesus  visits  us,  to  turn 

Life's  water  into  wine. 

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21, 22]  LYRICS. 

The  social  talk,  the  evening  fire 

The  homely  household  shrine, 
Shall  glow  with  angels'  visits  when 

The  Lord  pours  out  the  wine ! 
For  when  self-seeking  turns  to  love, 

"Which  knows  not  mine  and  thine, 
The  miracle  again  is  wrought. 

And  water  changed  to  wine. 

22  Nothing  Fair  on  Earth. 

|By  Anoelus  Silesius,  born  1624  ;  died  16"?.    This  version  is  by  Frances 
Elizabeth  Cox,  1841.] 

EARTH  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare. 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
.  Christ,  of  beauty  Source  and  Spring. 
When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise. 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 
When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light. 
Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 
When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals. 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think  :  who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 
When  I  see,  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display. 


LYRICS  [22,  23 

Wakes  the  thrilling  thought  in  me, 
What  must  their  Creator  be! 
Sweetness  fills  the  air  around, 
At  the  echo's  answering  sound  ; 
But  more  sweet  than  echo's  fall. 
Is  to  me  the  Bridegroom's  call. 
Come,  Lord  Jesus  !  and  dispel 
This  dark  cloud  in  which  I  dwell ; 
Thus  to  me  the  power  impart. 
To  behold  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Thy  will,  not  Mine. 

[By  AxNA  L.  Wahiitg.] 

FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind. 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love. 

Through  constant  watching  wise. 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 
I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
That  seeks  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

13  187 


23, 24]  LYRICS. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

111  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 
I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength. 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 
And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee  ; 
More  careful  —  not  to  serve  Thee  much. 

But  please  Thee  perfectly. 

24  ^^^  Universal  Prayer. 

[By  Alexaxdek  Pope.] 

FATHER  of  all !  in  every  age, 
In  every  clime  adored. 
By  saint,  by  savage,  or  by  sage, 
Jehovah,  Jove,  or  Lord  ! 

Thou  great  First  Cause  !  least  understood, 

Who  all  my  sense  confined, 
To  know  but  this,  —  that  Thou  art  good. 

And  that  myself  am  blind  ; 
Yet  gave  me  in  this  dark  estate. 

To  see  the  good  from  ill ; 

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LYRICS.  [24,25 

And  binding  nature  fast  in  fate, 
Left  free  the  human  will ; 

What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done, 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 
This  teach  me,  more  than  hell,  to  shun. 

That  more  than  heaven  pursue. 

If  I  am  right.  Thy  grace  impart 

Still  in  the  right  to  stay ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart 

To  find  that  better  way. 

Save  me  alike  from  foolish  pride 

Or  impious  discontent. 
At  aught  Thy  wisdom  has  denied, 

Or  aught  Thy  goodness  lent. 

Teach  me  to  feel  another's  woe, 

To  hide  the  fault  I  see ; 
The  mercy  I  to  others  show, 

That  mercy  show  to  me. 

This  day  be  bread  and  peace  my  lot. 

All  else  beneath  the  sun 
Thou  knowest  if  best  bestowed  or  not. 

And  let  Thy  will  be  done. 

25  Battle- Song. 

[By  Altexbero.  l&Sl,  and  sung  by  the  Evangelical  army  at  the  battle  of 
Leipsic,  Sept.  7,  l&X.  It  became  the  battle-song  of  Gustavus  Adolphus. 
He  sang  it  for  the  last  time,  on  entering  the  field  of  Liitzen  against  Wallen- 
stein,  his  last  victory,  the  held  of  his  triumphant  death.] 


F 


EAR  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow  ; 
Dread  not  his  rage  and  power  : 

189 


25, 26]  LYRICS. 

AVliat  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints ! 
This  seemii^  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 
Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

Fear  not !  be  strong !  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs ; 

Leave  all  to  Him,  our  Lord : 
Though  hidden  yet  from  all  our  eyes, 
He  sees  His  Gideon  who  shall  rise ! 

He  girdeth  on  his  sword ! 

As  sure  as  God's  own  promise  stands, 
Not  earth,  nor  hell,  with  all  their  bands, 

Against  us  shall  prevail : 
The  Lord  shall  mock  them  from  His  throne  ; 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  His  own  ; 

Our  vict'ry  cannot  fail ! 

Amen  !  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer ; 
Great  Captain  !  now  Thine  arm  make  bare  ; 

Fight  for  us  once  again : 
So  shall  all  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  joyful  chorus  to  thy  praise. 

World  without  end.      Amen. 

26  "  Friend  after  Friend  departs."" 

[By  James  Montgomery,  1824.] 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs : 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest. 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

190 


LYRICS.  [26, 27 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death,    ^ 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire. 
Whose  sparks  iiy  upward  to  expire. 
There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Form'd  for  the  good  alone : 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 
Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  pass'd  away. 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines; 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night,  — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

With  the  Lord. 

[By  James  Moxtgomeey.] 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord! 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tis  immortality. 
Here  in  the  body  pent. 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 
Forever  with  the  Lord  ! 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 

191 


27,28]  LYRICS. 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 

So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 

And  life  eternal  gain. 

Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word. 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne. 

Forever  with  the  Lord ! 

28  LigJit  shining  out  of  Darkness. 

[By  William  Cowper,  born  1731 :  died  ISOO.  He  was  subject  to  fits  of  pro- 
round  melancholy,  sometimes  amounting  to  mental  derangement.  In  one 
of  these  he  went  from  Olney,  where  he  resided,  to  drown  himself  in  a  par- 
ticular part  of  the  River  Ouse.  He  hired  a  chaise  and  driver  who  knew  the 
way,  having  frequently  visited  the  spot.  On  this  occasion  he  unaccount- 
ably lost  his  wav,  and  several  hours  were  vainly  Consumed  in  striving  to 
find  it.  Thus  tlie  spell  was  broken,  and  Cowper  returned  to  his  study  to 
write  this  hymn,  which  has  been  so  wonderfully  instructive  and  comfort- 
ing to  thousands.  The  title  above  is  that  assigned  by  Cowper.  This  hymn 
is  the  last  he  ever  composed  for  the  Olney  collection.] 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs. 

And  works  His  sov'reign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  : 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

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LYRICS.  [28, 29 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 
Beliind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour: 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 

And  He  wall  make  it  plain. 

29  Charity. 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.     A  paraphrase  of  1  Cor.  xiii.  1-3.] 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use. 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 
Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 
Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  : 
If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

193 


30]  LYRICS. 

30  Wisdom. 

[By  Chables  TVeslet.    A  paraphrase  of  Proverbs  iii.  13-18.] 

HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  "wisdom  coming  from  above. 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

Happy,  beyond  description,  he 

Who  knows  "  the  Saviour  died  for  me  !  " 

The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 

And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer. 
And  gold  is  dross  compared  with  her. 

Her  hands  are  fiU'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches  and  immortal  praise  — 
Riches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd. 
And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness. 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains : 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains  : 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 


IM 


LYRICS.  [31 


31  Step  hy  Step. 

HEAYEN  is  not  reached  by  a  single  bound ; 
But  we  build  the  ladder  by  which  we 
rise 
From  the  lowly  earth  to  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  we  mount  to  its  summit  round  by  round. 

I  count  these  things  to  be  grandly  true. 

That  a  noble  deed  is  a  step  toward  God  — 
Lifting  the  soul  from  the  common  sod 

To  a  purer  air  and  a  broader  view. 

"We  rise  by  the  things  that  are  under  our  feet. 
By  what  we  have   mastered  in  greed  and 

gain. 
By  the  pride  deposed  and  the  passion  slain, 

And  the  vanquished  ill  we  hourly,  meet. 

We  hope,  we  resolve,  we  aspire,  we  trust* 
When  the  morning  calls  to  life  and  light ; 
But  our  hearts  grow  weary,  and  ere  the  night 

Our  lives  are  trailing  in  the  sordid  dust. 

Wings  for  the  angels,  but  feet  for  the  men  ; 
We  must  borrow  the  wings  to  find  the  way — 
We  may  hope  and  resolve,  and  aspire  and 
pray. 

But  our  feet  must  rise  or  we  fall  again. 

Only  in  dreams  is  the  ladder  thrown 

From  the  weary  earth  to  the  sapphire  wall ; 
But  the  dreams  depart,  and  the  visions  fall, 

And  the  sleeper  wakes  on  his  pillow  of  stone. 

195 


31,32]  LYRICS. 

Heaven  is  not  reached  at  a  single  bound ; 
But  we  build  -the  ladder  by  which  we  rise 
From  the  lowly  earth  to  the  vaulted  skies, 

And  we  mount  to  its  summit  round  by  round. 

32  Adeste,  Jideles. 

[In  the  measure  of  the  original.] 

HITHER,  ye  faithful,  adoring  triumphant. 
Come,  come,  and  your  off 'ring  to  Beth- 
lehem bring; 
Lo !  He  is  born  who  is  Monarch  of  angels : 
O  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

He  is  the  God  of  God,  Light  of  Light,  own 
him. 
Though  He  from  the  womb  of  the  Virgin 
doth  spring ; 
He  is  the  true  God,  not  made  but  begotten : 
0  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

Now  the  glad  chorus  of  angels  is  singing, 
0  how  the  great  palace  celestial  doth  ring ! 

Let  there  be  glory  to  God  in  the  highest : 
O  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

Jesus,  because  of  Thy  birth  we  extol  Thee, 
This   day  shall  Thy  people   their  offerings 
bring : 

"Word  of  the  Father,  eternal,  incarnate  : 

O  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 


196 


LYRICS.  [33 

33  Ve)ii  Sancte  Spiritus. 

[Written  by  Robert,  son  of  Hugh  Capet,  whom  he  succeeded  on  the  throne 
of  France,  a.  d.  9:i7.  He  was  a  lovely  soul,  whose  gentleness  unfitted  him 
to  be  a  monarch  in  rude  and  stormy  times.  He  will  be  known  for  ages 
through  his  hymn  of  Veni  Sancte  Spiritus.] 

HOLY  Spirit,  come,  we  pray, 
Come  from  heaven  and  shed  the  ray 

Of  Thy  light  divine. 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor. 
Giver  from  a  boundless  store. 

Light  of  hearts,  O  shine  ! 
Matchless  Comforter  in  woe, 
Sweetest  Guest  the  soul  can  know, 

Living  waters  blest. 
When  we  weep,  our  solace  sweet, 
Coolest  shade  in  summer  heat, 

In  our  labor  rest. 
Holy  and  most  blessed  light, 
Make  our  inmost  spirits  bright 

With  Thy  radiance  mild ; 
For  without  Thy  sacred  powers, 
Nothing  can  we  own  of  ours, 

Nothing  undefiled. 
What  is  arid,  fresh  bedew ; 
What  is  sordid,  cleanse  anew  ; 

Balm  on  the  wounded  pour. 
What  is  rigid,  gently  bend ; 
On  what  is  cold,  Thy  fervor  send ; 

What  has  stray 'd,  restore. 
To  Thine  own  in  every  place 
Give  the  sacred  sevenfold  grace. 

Give  Thy  faithful  this. 

197 


33, 34]  LYRICS. 

Give  to  virtue  its  reward, 
Safe  and  peaceful  end  afford, 
Give  eternal  bliss. 

34  Traveller  s  Hymn. 

[Written  in  1700  by  Joseph  Addisox,  upon  his  return  from  a  tour  on  the 
Continent.] 

HOW  are  Thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord ! 
How  sure  is  their  defense  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  omnipotence. 
In  foi'eign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  Thy  care. 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 
When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  Avave, 
They  know  Thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 

Nor  impotent  to  save. 
The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire. 

Obedient  to  Thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  Thy  command. 

At  Thy  command  is  still. 
In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
I'll  praise  Thee  for  Thy  mercies  past, 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 
My  life,  while  Thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  lot. 

Shall  join  my  soul  to  Thee. 


LYRICS.  [35, 36 

35  Death  of  the  Righteous. 

[By  Mrs.BAKBAULD.] 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

A  holy  quiet  reigns  around,  — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys : 

And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfetter'd  soul  enjoys. 

Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say,  — 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 


H' 


36  ZiorCs  Watchmen. 

fBy  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Isaiah  lii.  7.] 

OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, — 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice,  — 
So  sweet  the  tidings  are ; 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 

199 


36, 37]  LYRICS. 

How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 

And  sought,  but  never  found. 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  sight. 
The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

37  The  Eternal  Years. 

[By  Frederick  Fabek.] 

HOW  shalt  thou  bear  the  cross  that  now 
So  dread  a  weight  appears  ? 
Keep  quietly  to  God,  and  think 

Upon  the  Eternal  Years. 
Brave  quiet  is  the  thing  for  thee, 

Chiding  thy  scrupulous  fears  ; 
Learn  to  be  real  from  the  thought 

Of  the  Eternal  Years. 
One  cross  can  sanctify  a  soul ; 

Late  saints  and  ancient  seers 
Were  what  they  were  because  they  mused 

Upon  the  Eternal  Years. 

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LYRICS.  [37, 38 

Death  will  have  rainbows  round  it  seen 
Through  calm  contrition's  tears, 

If  tranquil  Hope  but  trims  her  lamp 
At  the  Eternal  Years. 


38  The  Evening. 

[By  Mrs.  Phcebe  H.  Browx,  the  faithful  mother  of  many  children,  one 
of  whom  is  now  a  missionary  in  the  East.  Mothers  may  take  an  interest 
in  knowing  that  in  the  original  the  second  line  reads,  "  From  children  and 
from  care.'T 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore,  — 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 

On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 

And  lead  to  endless  day. 

201 


39]  LYRICS. 

39  My  Psalm. 

[By  Joii.v  Greenleaf  Wuittier,  born  in  Haverhill,  Mass.,  ^808.] 

I  MOURN  no  more  my  vanished  years : 
Beneath  a  tender  rain, 
An  April  rain  of  smiles  and  tears, 

My  heart  is  young  again. 
The  west  winds  blow,  and,  singing  low, 

I  hear  the  glad  streams  run ; 
The  windows  of  my  soul  1  throw 

Wide  open  to  the  sun. 
No  longer  forward  nor  behind 

I  look  in  hope  or  fear  ; 
But,  grateful,  take  the  good  I  find, 

The  best  of  now  and  here. 
I  plough  no  more  a  desert  land, 

To  harvest  weed  and  tare  ; 
The  manna  dropping  from  God's  hand 

Rebukes  my  painful  care. 
I  break  my  pilgrim  staff —  I  lay 

Aside  my  toiling  oar  ; 
The  angel  sought  so  far  away 

I  welcome  at  my  door. 
The  airs  of  spring  may  never  play 

Among  the  ripening  corn, 
Nor  freshness  of  the  flowers  of  May 

Blow  through  the  autumn  morn  ; 
Yet  shall  the  blue-eyed  gentian  look 

Through  fringed  lids  to  heaven. 
And  the  pale  aster  in  the  brook 

Shall  see  its  image  given  ;  — 

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LYRICS.  [39 

The  woods  shall  wear  their  robes  of  praise, 

The  south  wind  softly  sigh, 
And  sweet,  calm  days  in  golden  haze 

Melt  down  the  amber  sky. 
Not  less  shall  manly  deed  and  word 

Rebuke  an  age  of  wrong; 
The  graven  flowers  that  wreathe  the  sword 

Make  not  the  blade  less  strong. 
But  smiting  hands  shall  learn  to  heal,  — 

To  build  as  to  destroy  ; 
Nor  less  my  heart  for  others  feel 

That  I  the  more  enjoy. 
All  as  God  wills,  who  wisely  heeds 

To  give  or  to  withhold, 
And  knoweth  more  of  all  my  needs 

Than  all  my  prayers  have  told  ! 
Enough  that  blessings  undeserved 

Have  marked  my  erring  track  :  — 
That  wheresoe'er  my  feet  have  swerved, 

His  chastening  turned  me  back ;  — 

That  more  and  more  a  Providence 

Of  Love  is  understood, 
Mak'ng  the  springs  of  time  and  sense 

Sweet  with  eternal  good ;  — 

That  death  seems  but  a  covered  way 

Which  opens  into  light. 
Wherein  no  blinded  child  can  stray 

Beyond  the  Father's  sight ;  — 

That  care  and  trial  seem  at  last, 
Through  Memory's  sunset  air, 

14  203 


39, 4:0]  LYRICS. 

Like  mountain-ranges  overpast, 
In  purple  distance  fair ;  — 

That  all  the  jarring  notes  of  life 
Seem  blending  in  a  psalm, 

And  all  the  angles  of  its  strife 
Slow  rounding  into  calm. 

And  so  the  shadows  fall  apart. 
And  so  the  west  winds  play ; 

And  all  the  windows  of  my  heart 
I  open  to  the  day. 


40  ^^  Roch  of  Salvation. 

[By  Fkaxcis  S.  Key,  born  in  Maryland  in  1779  ;  died  in  Washington  1&43. 
He  is  known  as  the  author  of"  The  Star-Spangled  Banner."] 

IF  life's  pleasures  cheer  thee. 
Give  them  not  thy  heart, 
Lest  the  gifts  ensnare  thee 
From  thy  God  to  part : 
His  praises  speak,  His  favor  seek. 

Fix  there  thy  hopes'  foundation  ; 
Love  Him,  and  He  shall  ever  be 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

If  sorrow  e'er  befall  thee, 

Painful  though  it  be, 
Let  not  fear  appall  thee  ; 
To  thy  Saviour  flee  ; 
He,  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear. 

And  calm  thy  perturbation  ; 
The  waves  of  woe  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

204*^ 


LYRICS.  [40, 41 

Death  shall  never  harm  thee, 
Shrink  not  from  his  blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee, 
And  victory  bestow : 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  ; 
'Tis  gain  to  die,  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

41  Subdued  hy  the  Cross. 

[By  Rev.  Johx  Newton,  bora  1725 ;  died  1807.  He  was  the  friend  and 
pastor  of  William  Cowper.  In  this  poem  he  records  the  history  of  his  con- 
version.] 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear. 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  His  languid  eyes  on  me. 

As  near  His  cross  I  stood. 

Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  His  death. 

Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 
My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair : 
I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 
A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 

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I 


41, 42]  LYRICS. 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  : 
I  die,  that  thou  mayest  live." 

Thus,  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

42  Glorying  in  the  Gross. 

[Perhaps  by  John  Bowring,  LL.  D.,  of  England  ;  bom  1792.] 

N  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  : 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy. 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  : 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified  : 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  : 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

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LYRICS  [43, 44 

43  Litany  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

[By  Robert  Herkick,  1648.] 

IN  the  hour  of  my  distress, 
When  tempations  me  oppress, 
And  when  I  my  sins  confess. 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 
When  I  lie  within  my  bed. 
Sick  at  heart  and  sick  at  head, 
And  with  doubts  disquieted, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 
When  the  house  doth  sigh  and  weep, 
And  the  world  is  drowned  in  sleep 
Yet  mine  eyes  the  watch  do  keep. 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 
When  the  tempter  me  pursu'th 
With  the  sins  of  all  my  youth. 
And  half  damns  me  with  untruth, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 
When  the  judgment  is  revealed. 
And  that  opened  which  was  sealed, 
When  to  Thee  I  have  appealed, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

44  The  Heart's  Song. 

[By  Arthur  Cleatelaxd  Coxe,  D.  D.,  Bishop  of  Western  New  York  in 
the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church  ;  born  in  1818,  in  New  Jersey.] 

IN  the  silent  midnight  watches, 
List  thy  bosom-door ; 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 
Knocketh  evermore  ! 

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44, 45]  LYRICS. 

Say  not  'tis  thy  pulse's  beating, 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  stands  entreating, 

."  Rise  and  let  me  in." 

Death  comes  down  with  equal  footstep 

To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
Think  you  death  will  stand  a-knocking 

Where  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth ; 

But  thy  door  is  fast ; 
Grieved,  at  length  away  He  turneth ; 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 

Then  'tis  thine  to  stand  entreating 

Christ  to  let  thee  in  ; 
At  the  door  of  heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin. 
Nay,  alas  !  thou  foolish  virgin, 

Hast  thou  then  forgot  ? 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

But  —  He  knows  thee  not. 

45  ^  **  ^^^  Death  to  die. 

[By  George  W.  Bethune,  D.  D.,  LL.  D.,  born  in  New  York  1805  ;  died 
in  Florence,  Italy,  1862.  A  distinguished  clergyman  of  the  Seformed 
Dutch  Church.] 

IT  is  not  death  to  die. 
To  leave  this  weary  road. 
And,  midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimm'd  by  tears, 

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LYRICS.  [45, 46 

And  wake  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon-chains,  to  breathe  the  air 

Of  boundless  liberty. 

It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise  on  strong,  exulting  wing, 

To  live  among  the  just. 

Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  Life, 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ! 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 

To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

46  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

[By  Louisa  Hexhietta,  Electiess  of  Brandenburg,  1649,  on  the  death  of 
her  son.  Based  on  Job  xix.  25-2r  and  1  Cor.  xv.  A  favorite  hymn  in  Ger- 
many.] 

JESUS,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
And  His  life  I  once  shall  see ; 
Bright  the  hope  this  promise  gives, 

Where  He  is  I  soon  shall  be. 
Shall  I  fear  then  ?     Can  the  Head 
Rise  and  leave  the  members  dead  ? 

Ye  who  suffer,  sigh,  and  moan, 

Fresh  and  glorious  there  shall  reign ; 

Earthly  here  the  seed  is  sown, 
Heavenly  it  shall  rise  again  ; 

Natural  here  the  death  we  die. 

Spiritual  our  life  on  high. 

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46, 47]  LYRICS. 

Body,  be  thou  of  good  cheer, 

In  thy  Saviour's  cai*e  rejoice. 
Give  not  place  to  gloom  and  fear. 

Dead  thou  yet  shalt  know  His  voice, 
When  the  final  trump  is  heard, 
And  the  deaf  cold  grave  is  stirr'd. 
Laugh  to  scorn  then  death  and  hell, 

Laugh  to  scorn  the  gloomy  grave ; 
Caught  into  the  air  to  dwell 

With  the  Lord  who  comes  to  save, 
We  shall  trample  on  our  foes, 
Mortal  weakness,  fear,  and  woes. 
Only  see  ye  that  your  heart 

Rise  betimes  from  earthly  lust ; 
Would  you  there  with  Him  have  part. 

Here  obey  your  Lord  and  trust. 
Fix  your  hearts  beyond  the  skies, 
Whither  ye  yourselves  would  rise. 

47  Charity. 

[By  Miss  Adelaide  A.  Proctoe.J 

JUDGE  not ;  the  workings  of  his  brain 
And  of  his  heart  thou  canst  not  see  ; 
What  looks  to  thy  dim  eyes  a  stain, 

In  God's  pure  light  may  only  be 
A  scar,  brought  from  some  well-won  field, 
Where  thou  wouldst  only  faint  and  yield. 
The  look,  the  air,  that  frets  thy  sight 

May  be  a  token  that  below 
The  soul  has  closed  in  deadly  fight 

With  some  infernal  fiery  foe, 


LYRICS.  [47, 48 

Whose  glance  would  scorch  thy  smiling  grace, 
And  cast  thee  shuddering  on  thy  face. 
The  fall  thou  darest  to  despise, 

May  be  the  angel's  slackened  hand 
Has  suffered  it,  that  he  may  rise 

And  take  a  firmer,  surer  stand  ; 
Or,  trusting  less  to  earthly  things, 
May  henceforth  learn  to  use  his  wings. 
And  judge  none  lost ;  but  wait  and  see, 

With  hopeful  pity,  not  disdain  ; 
The  depth  of  the  abyss  may  be 

The  measure  of  the  height  of  pain 
And  love  and  glory  that  may  raise 
This  soul  to  God  in  after  days  ! 

48  Shi. 

[By  "holy  Geoege  Herbert,"  bom  in  Shropshire,  England,  1593.] 

LORD,  with  what  care  hast  thou  begirt  us 
round ! 

Parents  first  season  us  ;  then  schoolmasters 
Deliver  us  to  laws  ;  they  send  us  bound 

To  rules  of  reason,  holy  messengers  ; 
Pulpits  and  Sundays,  sorrow  dogging  sin, 

Afflictions  sorted,  anguish  of  all  sizes. 
Fine  nets  and  stratagems  to  catch  us  in, 

Bibles  laid  open,  millions  of  surprises  ; 
Blessings  beforehand,  ties  of  gratefulness, 

The  sound  of  glory  ringing  in  our  ears ; 
Without,  our  shame  ;  within,  our  consciences  ; 

Angels  and  grace,  eternal  hopes  and  fears, — 
Yet  all  these  fences,  and  their  whole  array, 
One  cunning  bosom-sin  blows  quite  away  ! 

211 


49, 50]  LYRICS. 


M 


49  Bartimeus. 

[By  Rev.  Johjt  Newton.] 

ERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David  ! " 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd ; 
Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 

Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid : 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 

"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 
Money  was  not  what  he  wanted. 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  He  could  give 
"  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  : " 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 

Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 
O  methinks  I  hear  him  praising. 

Publishing  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
Surely  would  they  hasten  to  Him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

50  Morning  at  the  Tomb. 

[By  Rev.  William  B.  Colltee.] 

MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb  : 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom : 

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LYRICS.  [50,  51 

Day  of  triumph  !  through  the  skies 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 
Christian  !  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears  : 
Look  on  His  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  His  power  to  save. 
Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away : 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 
Lo  !  the  rising  sun  appears. 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
Lo  !  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

51  NigU. 

[By  Rev.  Thomas  L.  Haeeis.] 

NIGHT  prays  wath  rosary  of  stars ; 
The  heavens  and  earth  are  still ; 
And  prayer  the  Eden-world  unbars 

To  men  of  loving  wdll. 
We  leave  the  city's  shady  streets, 

And  seek  the  home  of  prayer ; 
And  there  the  soul  its  Father  meets ; 

And  angels  lead  us  there. 
Before  the  evening  lamps  were  lit, 

The  loving  angels  came. 
With  us  to  seek  the  Infinite, 

And  own  the  Saviour's  name. 
Still,  as  we  worship,  they  adore ; 

In  silent  grace  they  stand; 

218 


51,52]  LYRICS. 

And  still  our  spirits  they  implore 
To  seek  the  Happy  Land. 

52  Supplication. 

[By  Jean  Ingelow.J 

OGOD,  O  Kinsman  loved,  but  not  enough ! 
O  Man,  with  eyes  majestic  after  death, 
Whose  feet  have  toiled  along  our  pathways 
rough, 
"Whose  lips  drawn  human  breath  ! 

By  that  one  likeness  which  is  ours  and  Thine, 
By  that  one  nature  which  doth  hold  us  kin, 
By  that  high  heaven  where  sinless  Thou  dost 
shine 
To  draw  us  sinners  in. 

By  Thy  last  silence  in  the  judgment-hall, 

By  long  foreknowledge  of  the  deadly  tree, 
By  darkness,  by  the  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
I  pray  Thee  visit  me. 

Come,  lest  this  heart  should,  cold  and  cast 
away, 
Die  ere  the  Guest  adored  she  entertain  — 
Lest  eyes  which  never  saw  Thine  earthly  day 
Should  miss  Thy  heavenly  reign. 

And  deign,  O  watcher,  with  the  sleepless  brow, 

Pathetic  in  its  yearning,  —  deign  reply  : 
Is  there,  O  is  there  aught  that  such  as  Thou 
Wouldst  take  from  such  as  I  ? 


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LYRICS.  [53 

53  «  0  Sacred  Headr 

[Written  in  Latin  by  the  Catholic  monk,  St.  Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  in  1153. 
The  first  line  of  the  original  is  "  Salve  caput  cruentarum."  Translated 
into  German  by  Paul  Gerhardt,  Lutheran,  in  1656,  his  hymn  beprinning  "  O 
Haupt  voll  Blutt  und  Wunder."  Translated  from  Paul  Gerhardt  into  Eng- 
lish by  Dr.  James  W.  Alexander,  an  American  Presbyterian,  who  died 
1859,  whose  version  begins  "  O  Sacred  Head,  now  wounded."  Our  version 
is  founded  on  that.] 

0  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded  ; 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down  ! 
O  sacred  brow  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  ! 
Once  on  a  throne  of  glory, 

Adorn'd  wdth  light  divine, 
Now  all  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 
On  me,  as  Thou  art  dying, 

0  turn  Thy  pitying  eye  ! 
To  Thee  for  mercy  crying, 

Before  Thy  cross  I  lie : 
Lo !  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace  ! 
The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside. 
When,  in  Thy  body  broken, 

1  thus  with  safety  hide. 
Lord  of  my  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory,  now  I  see  ; 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 
What  language  can  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 

215 


53, 54]  LYRICS. 

For  all  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Of  all  my  woes  the  end  ? 
O  can  I  leave  Thee  ever? 

Then  do  not  Thou  leave  me: 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 
Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying ; 

O  show  Thy  cross  to  me  ; 
And  to  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  : 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving. 

From  Thee  shall  never  move  : 
For  he  who  dies  believing 

Dies  safely  in  Thy  love. 

54  The  End. 

[By  Kev.  Josiah  Condee,  an  English  CongreKationalist ;  born  in  1790  i 
died  in  1855.] 

OTHE  hour  when  this  material 
Shall  have  vanished  as  a  cloud, 
When  amid  the  wide  ethereal 

All  th'  invisible  shall  crowd,  — 
And  the  naked  soul,  surrounded 

With  realities  unknown, 
Triumph  in  the  view  unbounded, 

Feel  herself  with  God  alone! 
In  that  sudden,  strange  transition, 

By  what  new  and  finer  sense 
Shall  she  grasp  the  mighty  vision. 

And  receive  the  influence  ? 
Angels  guard  the  ncAv  immortal, 

Through  the  wonder-teeming  space, 

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LYRICS.  To* 

To  the  everlasting  portal, 
To  the  spirit's  resting-place 

Will  she,  then,  with  fond  emotion, 

Aught  of  human  love  retain  ? 
Or  absorbed  in  pure  devotion, 

Will  no  earthly  trace  remain  ? 
Can  the  grave  those  ties  dissever. 

With  the  very  heart-strings  twined  ? 
Must  she  part,  and  part  forever, 

With  the  friends  she  leaves  behind  ? 

No  :  the  past  she  still  remembers  ; 

Faith  and  hope  surviving  too, 
Ever  watch  those  sleeping  embers. 

Which  must  rise  and  live  anew : 
For  the  widowed,  lonely  spirit, 

Waiting  to  be  clothed  afresh, 
Longs  perfection  to  inherit. 

And  to  triumph  in  the  flesh. 

Angels,  let  the  ransomed  stranger 

In  your  tender  care  be  blessed, 
Hoping,  trusting,  safe  from  danger, 

Till  the  trumpet  end  her  rest,  — 
Till  the  trump  which  shakes  creation 

Through  the  circling  heavens  shall  roll, 
Till  the  day  of  consummation. 

Till  the  bridal  of  the  soul. 

Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being  ? 

Can  I  trust  an  angel's  care  ? 
O  Thou  merciful  All-seeing ! 

Beam  around  my  spirit  there. 

217 


54:.  55]  LYRICS. 

Jesus,  blessed  Mediator  ! 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod  : 
Thou  the  Judge,  the  Consummator ! 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God. 

55  -^  Canticle  of  the  Beloved. 

[We  do  not  know  the  origin  of  this  poem.  It  is  more  admired  by  many  other 
persons  than  by  the  compilers  of  this  volume,  whose  attention  was  called 
to  it  by  the  ardent  praises  of  one  of  our  most  eloquent  clergymen.  It  is 
manifestly  modeled  on  the  Son^  of  Solomon,  and  may  be  preserved  as  a 
fair  specimen  of  erotic  devotional  poetry.] 

OTHOU   in  whose  presence   my  soul  takes 
delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call,  — 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 
Where   dost  Thou  at  noontide  resort  with  Thy 
sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 
O,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  Thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  His  flocks  He  has  gone  ? 
This  is  my  Beloved,  His  form  is  divine. 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  His  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

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LYEICS.  [55 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams. 
On  His  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow. 

And  His  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 
His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  His  feet, 

The  air  is  perfumed  with  His  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  His  face. 
Love  sits  in  His  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  His  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  His  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with  His  voice, 

Reechoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 
His  vestments  of  righteousness,  who  shall  de- 
scribe ? 

Its  purity  words  would  defile  : 
The  heavens  from  His  presence  fresh  beauties 
imbibe. 

And  earth  is  made  rich  by  His  smile. 
Such  is  my  Beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 

AYhen  pleased  He  looks  down  from  above. 
Like   the   morn  when  He  breathes   from   the 
chambers  of  light, 

And  comforts  His  people  with  love. 

15  219 


55,  56]  LYRICS. 

The  portals  of  heaven  at  His  bidding  obey, 

And  expand  ere  His  banner  appear ; 
Earth   trembles    beneath,  till    her  mountains 
give  way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 
When  He  treads  on  the  clouds,  as  the  dust  of 
His  feet, 
And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  His  hand. 
What  eye  the  fierce  glance  of  His  anger  shall 
meet, 
Or  who  in  His  presence  shall  stand  ? 

56  Solace.  0.  M. 

[By  Thomas  Mooke,  the  Irish  poet.] 

OTHOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear. 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 

We  could  not  fly  to  Thee ! 
The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 

Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 
But  Christ  can  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 

Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 
O  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  Thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 

Our  peace-branch  from  above. 
Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  Thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 

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LYRICS.  [56, 58 

As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


0 


57  Good  at  Last. 

tBy  Alfred  Tennvsox,  the  poet  laureate  of  England.] 

YET  we  trust  that  somehow  good 
Will  be  the  final  goal  of  ill, 
To  pangs  of  nature,  sins  of  will, 

Defects  of  doubt,  and  taints  of  blood  ; 

That  nothing  walks  wMth  aimless  feet ; 
That  not  one  life  shall  be  destroyed, 
Or  cast  as  rubbish  to  the  void, 

When  God  hath  made  the  pile  complete  ; 

That  not  a  worm  is  cloven  in  vain  ; 
That  not  a  moth  with  vain  desire 
Is  shriveled  in  a  fruitless  fire, 

Or  but  subserves  another's  gain. 

Behold,  we  know  not  anything ; 
I  can  but  trust  that  good  shall  fall 
At  last  —  far  off —  at  last,  to  all, 

And  every  winter  change  to  spring. 

So  runs  my  dream :  but  what  am  I  ? 
An  infiint  crying  in  the  night : 
An  infant  crying  for  the  light : 

And  with  no  language  but  a  cry. 

58  The  Sleep. 

[By  Elizabeth   Barrett  Browxino,  bom  in   England  in  1809 ;  di 
18«;J.] 


0 


F  all  the  thoughts  of  God  that  are 
Borne  inward  into  souls  afar, 
Along  the  Psalmist's  music  deep, 

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58]  LYRICS. 

Now  tell  ine  if  that  any  is 
For  gift  or  grace  surpassing  this  — 
"  He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep  ?  " 

What  would  we  give  to  our  beloved  ? 
The  hero's  heart  to  be  unmoved, 

The  poet's  star-tuned  harp  to  sweep, 
The  patriot's  voice  to  teach  and  rouse, 
The  monarch's  crown  to  light  the  brows  ?  — 

He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 

"What  do  we  give  to  our  beloved  ? 
A  little  fliith  all  undisproved, 

A  little  dust  to  over  weep, 
And  bitter  memories  to  make 
The  whole  earth  blasted  for  our  sake : 

He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 

"  Sleep  soft,  beloved !  "  we  sometimes  say ; 
Who  have  no  tune  to  charm  away 

Sad  dreams  that  through  the  eyelids  creep 
But  never  doleful  dream  again 
Shall  break  the  happy  slumber,  when 

He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 

O  earth,  so  full  of  dreary  noises ! 
O  men,  with  wailing  in  your  voices ! 

0  delved  gold,  the  wailers  heap ! 
O  strife,  O  curse,  that  o'er  it  fall ! 
God  strikes  a  silence  through  you  all, 

And  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 

His  dews  drop  mutely  on  the  hill, 
His  cloud  above  it  saileth  still. 

Though  on  its  slope  men  sow  and  reap : 


LYRICS  [58,  59 

•     More  softly  than  the  dew  is  shed, 
Or  cloud  is  floated  overhead, 

He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 
Ay,  men  may  wonder  while  they  scan 
A  living,  thinking,  feeling  man 

Confirmed  in  such  a  rest  to  keep ;  ^ 
But  angels  say,  and  through  the  word 
I  think  their  happy  smile  is  heard,  — 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep." 
For  me,  my  heart  that  erst  did  go 
Most  like  a  tired  child  at  a  show, 

That  sees  through  tears  the  mummers  leap, 
Would  now-its  wearied  vision  close, 
Would  childlike  on  His  love  repose 

Who  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep. 
And  friends,  dear  friends,  when  it  shall  be 
That  this  low  breath  is  gone  from  me, 

And  round  my  bier  ye  come  to  weep, 
Let  one  most  loving  of  you  all. 
Say,  "  Not  a  tear  must  o'er  her  fall ! 

He  giveth  His  beloved,  sleep." 

59  Nearer  Home. 

[By  PHfEBE  Gary.  Written  in  New  York  in  1832.  Many  variations  of  this 
poem  have  been  published  :  but  the  author  desires  tlie  following  to  be  con- 
sidered hereafter  her  authorized  version.] 

ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er ; 
I'm  nearer  my  home  to-day 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before : 
Nearer  my  Father's  house. 

Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 

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59, 60]  LYRICS. 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea  ; 
Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross, 

Nearer  gaining  the  crown  : 
But  the  waves  of  that  silent  sea 

Roll  dark  before  my  sight, 
That  brightly  the  other  side 

Break  on  a  shore  of  light. 
O,  if  my  mortal  feet 

Have  almost  gained  the  brink. 
If  it  be  I  am  nearer  home  • 

Even  to-day  than  I  think  : 
Father,  perfect  my  trust. 

Let  my  spirit  feel  in  death, 
That  her  feet  are  firmly  set 

On  the  Rock  of  a  living  faith  ! 

50  Power  and  Love. 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  147.] 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  !  'tis  good  to  raise 
Your  hearts  and  voices  in  His  praise : 
His  nature  and  His  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 
He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  ; 
His  wisdom 's  vast,  and  knows  no  bound,  — 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 
Sing  to  the  Lord !  exalt  Him  high. 
Who  spreads  the  clouds  along  the  sky  ; 

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LYRICS.  [60, 61 

There  He  prepares  the  fruitful  rain 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 
He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn  ; 
He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn ; 
The  beasts  with  food  His  hands  supply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 
What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force  ? 
The  sprightly  man,  or  warlike  horse, 
The  piercing  wit,  the  active  limb, 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  Him. 
But  saints  are  lovely  in  His  sight ; 
He  views  His  children  with  delight : 
He  sees  their  hope,  He  knows  their  fear. 
He  looks,  and  loves  His  image  there. 

51  Prayer. 

[By  James  Montgomeey.] 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh,  — 

The  falling  of  a  tear,  — 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 
Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 
Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 

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61,  62]  LYRICS. 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death,  — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways ; 
While  angels,  in  their  songs,  rejoice. 

And  cry,  —  Behold,  he  prays  ! 

O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way,  — 

The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod  :  — 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

62  The  Recall 

[By  Rev.  W.  B.  Colltek,  LL.  D.,  an  English  Nonconformist ;  died  in 
1854.] 

RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return. 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  His  grace. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return ; 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  ; 
He  sees  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 

When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return  ; 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
Come  to  His  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 

How  freely  He'll  forgive. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear ; 
Thy  Father  calls,  —  no  longer  mourn  ; 

'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

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LYRICS.  [62, 63 

Return,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 

Regain  thy  long -sought  rest : 
The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 

To  clasp  thee  to  His  breast. 

63  New  Year's  Eve. 

[By  Alfeed  Texxyso:^,  poet  laureate  of  England.] 

RING  out,  wild  bells,  to  the  wild  sky, 
The  flying  cloud,  the  frosty  light ; 

The  year  is  dying  in  the  night ; 
Ring  out,  wild  bells,  and  let  him  die. 
Ring  out  the  old,  ring  in  the  new ; 

Ring,  happy  bells,  across  the  snow  ; 

The  year  is  going,  let  him  go  ; 
Ring  out  the  false,  ring  in  the  true. 
Ring  out  the  grief  that  saps  the  mind. 

For  those  that  here  we  see  no  more  ; 

Ring  out  the  feud  of  rich  and  poor, 
Ring  in  redress  to  all  mankind. 
Ring  out  a  slowly  dying  cause, 

And  ancient  forms  of  party  strife  ; 

Ring  in  the  nobler  modes  of  life. 
With  sweeter  manners,  purer  laws. 
Ring  out  false  pride  in  place  and  blood, 

The  civic  slander  and  the  spite ; 

Ring  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right, 
Rinor  in  the  common  love  of  good. 
Ring  out  old  shapes  of  foul  disease, 

Ring  out  the  narrowing  lust  of  gold ; 

Ring  out  the  thousand  wars  of  old. 
Ring  in  the  thousand  years  of  peace. 

227 


63-65]  LYRICS. 

Ring  in  the  valiant  man  and  free, 
The  larger  heart,  the  kindlier  hand ; 
Ring  out  the  darkness  of  the  land, 

Ring  in  the  Christ  that  is  to  be. 

64  Salvation. 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Wat'^s.] 

ALVATION  !  0  the  joyful  sound  ! 


s 


What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
Salvation  !  O  Thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

To  Thee  the  praise  belongs  : 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts. 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

65  To  Sorrow, 

[By  ElCHARD   MONCKTOX  MiLNES.J 

SISTER  Sorrow  !  sit  beside  me. 
Or,  if  I  must  wander,  guide  me : 
Let  me  take  thy  hand  in  mine  ; 
Cold  alike  are  mine  and  thine. 
Think  not,  Sorrow,  that  I  hate  thee  ; 
Think  not  I  am  frightened  at  thee  ; 
Thou  art  come  for  some  good  end, 
I  will  treat  thee  as  a  friend. 

228 


LYRICS.  [65, 66 

I  will  say  that  thou  art  bound 
My  unshielded  soul  to  wound 
By  some  force  without  thy  will, 
And  art  tender-minded  still. 
I  will  say  thou  givest  scope 
To  the  breath  and  light  of  hope ; 
That  thy  gentle  tears  have  weight 
Hardest  hearts  to  penetrate  ; 
That  thy  shadow  brings  together 
Friends  long  lost  in  sunny  weather, 
With  an  hundred  offices 
Beautiful  and  blest  as  these. 

Sudden  Comfort. 

[By  William  Cow  pee.] 

SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings  : 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  His  wangs  : 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining. 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new. 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

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66, 67]  LYRICS. 

It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  He  will  bear  us  through  : 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too  ; 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 
Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there : 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


S' 


67  ^^^  beside  all  Waters. 

[By  James  MoNxooMERr.] 

[  OW  in  the  morn  thy  seed  ; 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 

Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 
Thou  know'st  not  which  shall  thrive,  - 

The  late  or  early  sown  ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 

When  and  wherever  strown : 
And  duly  shall  appear. 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 

And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

230 


LYRICS.  [67-69 

Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 

P^or  garners  in  the  sky. 

)  Bless  the  Lord. 

[By  James  Moxtoomeey.] 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 
Though  high  above  all  praise. 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 

And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 
O  for  the  living  flame 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 

And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 
God  is  our  strength  and  song. 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 

With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 

Henceforth,  for  evermore  ! 

)  Virtue. 

[By  George  Herbert,  born  159:5.] 

SWEET  day  !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright; 
The  bridal  of  the  earth  and  sky  : 

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69, 70]  LYRICS. 

The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night ; 

For  thou  must  die. 
Sweet  rose  !  whose  hue,  angry  and  brave, 

Bids  the  rash  gazer  wipe  his  eye ; 
Thy  root  is  ever  in  its  grave  : 

And  thou  must  die. 
Sweet  spring  I  full  of  sweet  days  and  roses ; 

A.  box  where  sweets  compacted  lie ; 
My  music  shows  you  have  your  closes  : 

And  all  must  die. 
Only  a  sweet  and  virtuous  soul. 

Like  seasoned  timber,  never  gives  ; 
But,  though  the  whole  world  turn  to  coal, 
Then  chiefly  lives. 

70  Sitting  at  the  Cross. 

[This  hymn  has  been  assigned  to  many  writers.  In  Denham's  Collection  it 
is  assigned  to  Robinson  ;  in  Rider's  "  Lyra  Anglicana  "  to  Brydges  ;  while 
Dr.  Belcher  positively  declares  Rev.  Christopher  Batty  to  have  been  the 
author.  Dr.  Schaff  says  that  this  hymn  appeared  lirst  in  1774,  in  Lad^ 
Huntingdon's  Hymn-book,  which  Rev.  Walter  Shirley  revised,  and  that  it 
was  originally  written  by  Rev.  James  Allen,  and  revised  by  Shirley.  It 
has  gone  into  the  "Lyra  Catholica  "  with  the  title  "  Sub  Cruce  Christi." 
It  is  altered  in  every  collection,  and  can  be  improved  in  very  many  more.] 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Which  before  the  Cross  I  spend. 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streaming  fount  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
Truly  blessed  is  this  station  ; 

Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie, 


LYRICS.  [70, 71 

* 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  from  His  earnest  eye : 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze. 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven  — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I  bathe ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling. 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  Himself  more  deeply  know. 

71  The  Judgment. 

[By  Henry  Haet  Milman,  D.  D.,  Dean  of  St.  Paul's,  London.] 

THE    chariot  I  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll 
in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  His 

ire : 
Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on   its   pathway  of 

cloud. 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 

are  bow'd. 
The  glory  !  the  glory  !  around  Him  are  pour'd 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on   the 

Lord  ; 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are 

there. 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory 

wear! 

2.33 


71, 72]  LYRICS. 

The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all 

heard  : 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel  are 

stirr'd ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All   the   vast  generations    of  man  are  come 

forth  ! 

The  judgment!    the  judgment!    the    thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 

are  met ! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the   sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  His  word. 

O  mercy !  O  mercy  !  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on   us,  Thy  sad  children,  with 

love  ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked 

are  driven. 
May  our  justified   souls    find    a  welcome  in 

heaven ! 

72  AlVs  Well 

THE  day  is  ended.     Ere  I  sink  to  sleep 
My  weary  spirit  seeks  repose  in  Thine ; 
Father,  forgive  my  trespasses,  and  keep 
This  little  life  of  mine. 

With  loving-kindness  curtain  Thou  my  bed, 
And  cool  in  rest  my  burning  pilgrim  feet; 

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LYRICS.  [72, 73 

Thy  pardon  be  the  pillow  for  my  head  — 

So  shall  my  sleep  be  sweet. 
At  peace  with   all  the  world,  dear  Lord,  and 
Thee, 
No  fears  my   soul's  unwavering    faith  can 
shake ; 
All 's  well,  whichever  side  the  grave  for  me 
The  morning  light  may  break  1 

73  The  God  of  Abraham. 

["  Blackwood's  Magazine  "  pronounces  this  one  of  the  noblest  odes  in  the  Eng- 
lish language.    It  is  by  an  early  Methodist,  the  Rev.  Thomas  Olivers.] 

THE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above  : 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  great  I  Am  ! 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed  : 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name. 

Forever  blest. 
The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  His  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power ; 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 
He  by  himself  hath  sworn  ; 

I  on  His  oath  depend ; 
I  shall  on  eagle's  wings  upborne 
To  heaven  ascend : 

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73-75]  LYRICS. 

I  shall  behold  His  face, 
I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 
For  evermore. 

74  The  Glory  of  the  Lord. 

By  Sternhold,  written  in  1540.  Paraphrase  of  Psalm  18  :  9, 10.  The 
learned  Scaliger  declared  that  he  would  rather  be  the  author  of  the  second 
stanza  than  of  all  that  he  had  written.] 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 

The  darkness  of  the  sky. 
On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  He  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 

Came  flying  all  abroad. 
He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King 

For  evermore  shall  reign. 

75  The  Good  Shepherd. 

[By  Joseph  Addison.    Written  in  1712.    Paraphrase  of  Psalm  23.] 

THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply. 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye : 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  me^ds 


LYRICS.  [75, 76 

My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 
Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  0  Lord,  art  with  me  still  : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

76  Dominion. 

[By  Heney  KiKKE  White,  born  in  England,  1785  ;  died  in  1806.] 

THE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might. 
The  winds  obey  His  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  His  heavenly  height 

The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 
Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threat'ning  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand. 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 
Ye  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine 

Without  His  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain-pine, 

Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

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76, 77]  LYRICS. 

His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar  ; 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 

And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

Ye  sons  of  earth,  in  rev'rence  bend  ; 

Ye  nations,  wait  His  nod  ; 
And  let  unceasing  praise  ascend 

In  honor  of  our  God. 

77  Thee^  in  all  Things. 

[By  "holy  Geoege  Hekbekt,"  born  1593.    Rearranged- aud  very  slightly 
altered.] 

THE  man  that  looks  on  glass 
On  it  may  stay  his  eye, 
Or,  if  he  pleaseth,  through  it  pass, 
And  then  the  heaven  espy. 

All  may  of  Thee  partake  ; 

Nothing  can  be  so  mean 
Which,  when  enacted  for  Thy  sake, 

Will  not  grow  bright  and  clean. 

A  servant  with  this  clause. 

Makes  drudgery  divine  : 
Who  sweeps  a  room,  as  for  Thy  laws, 

Makes  that  and  the  action  fine. 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 

In  all  things  Thee  to  see ; 
And  what  I  do  in  anything. 

To  do  it  as  for  Thee  ! 


LYRICS.  [78 

78     "  J^  ih^  Midst  of  Life  we  are  in  Deaths' 

[This  famous  poem  was  written  by  a  monk  of  St.  Gall,  named  Notker,  who 
lived  in  the  befcinninjr  of  the  tenth  century.  It  is  preserved  in  the 
solemn  magniticeuce  of  theEnglisli  burial-service,  in  a  form  without  poetic 
measure,  but  not  without  rhythm,  beginning,  "  In  the  midst  of  life  we  are 
in  death  :  of  wliom  may  we  seek  for  succor  but  of  Thee,  O  Lord  !  "  The 
hymn  was  suggested  to  the  good  monk  by  seeing  the  samphire-gatherers 
suspended  on  the  sides  of  precipices  ;  and  when  he  saw  the  bridge-buiid- 
ers  at  Martinsbiuck  exposing  themselves  in  their  perilous  work,  he  pre- 
pared for  his  monastery  this  solemn  hymn,  which  he  and  his  brethren  first 
chanted,  and  which  in  prose  or  verse  has  been  said  or  sung  for  nearly 
a  thousand  years.] 

THE  pangs  of  death  are  near, 
Amid  the  joys  of  life  ; 
And  when,  in  guilty  fear, 

We  end  our  dying  strife, 
To  whom,  most  holy  Lord, 
Shall  we  for  succor  flee  ? 
0  Thou  most  mighty  God ! 
Our  help  is  laid  on  Thee : 
Lord  Jesus !  by  Thy  bloody  stains, 
Save,  save  us  from  hell's  bitter  pains. 
The  bitter  pains  of  hell 
Awaken  our  alarm  ; 
We  merit  only  ill 

From  Thine  avenging  arm ; 
Most  holy  Lord  our  God, 

To  whom  but  unto  Thee, 
Most  merciful  and  good. 
Can  we  for  refuge  flee  ? 
Suffer  us  not  to  fall  away 
From  Jesus,  in  our  dying  day. 
Our  dying  day  will  come, 

And  call  our  crimes  to  mind ; 
And  when,  in  sorrow  dumb, 
No  hope  on  earth  w^e  find, 


78, 79]  LYRICS. 

To  Thee,  O  Christ,  we  fly,  — 

To  Thine  outflowing  blood  ; 
Look  with  Thy  pitying  eye. 
Spare  us,  most  holy  Lord : 
Nor  let  us  lose  the  joys  that  rise 
From  Thine  atoning  sacrifice. 

79  Dedication  of  a  Church. 

[By  N.  P.  Willis,  the  American  poet,  born  in  Maine,  1807;  died  at  Idlewild, 

1S67.] 

THE  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple  built  by  God  : 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high  — 
The  broad  illimitable  sky  ; 
He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  —  and  "  all  was  good ;  " 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

Lord  !  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea 
And  earth  and  sky  a  house  for  Thee ; 
But  in  Thy  sight  our  offering  stands  — 
A  humbler  temple,  "  made  with  hands." 


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LYRICS.  [80 


80  Vexilla  Regis. 

[From  the  Latin  of  Venantius  Fortunatus  of  Italv,  who  was  bom  530,  and  died 
609.  He  was  the  intimate  friend  of  Queen  lihadegunda.  This  hymn  it, 
sung:  in  the  Roman  Catholic  Church  on  Good  Friday,  when  "the  Host"  is 
carried  to  the  altar.  The  version  here  given  is,  with  some  variations,  that 
of  Kev.  J.  >r.  Neale,  who  considers  ihis  "  one  of  the  grandest  in  the  treasury 
of  the  Latin  Church."  The  explanation  of  the  last  line  of  the  third 
stanza  is.  that  in  the  Italic  version,  Ps.  1»6  :  10  reads,  "  Tell  it  among  the 
heathen  that  the  Lord  reigneth  from  the  Tree."  Justin  Martyr  accused 
the  Jews  of  corrupting  the  text,  and  Tertullian  in  several  places  q,uotes 
the  elder  reading.] 

THE  royal  banners  forward  go  ; 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow ; 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid : 

Where  deep  for  us  the  spear  was  dyed, 
Life's  torrent  rushing  from  His  side, 
To  wash  us  in  that  precious  flood 
Where  mingled  water  flowed,  and  blood. 

Fulfilled  is  all  that  David  told 

In  true  prophetic  song  of  old ; 

Amidst  the  nations  God,  saith  he. 

Hath  reigned  and  triumphed  from  the  tree. 

O  tree  of  beauty,  tree  of  light ! 
O  tree  with  royal  purple  dight ! 
Elect  on  whose  triumphal  breast 
Those  holy  limbs  should  find  their  rest ; 

On  whose  dear  arms,  so  widely  flung. 
The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung : 
The  price  of  human  kind  to  pay, 
And  spoil  the  spoiler  of  his  prey. 

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81]  LYRICS. 

81  The  Heavens  declare  His  Glory. 

[This  noble  hymn  has  generally  been  attributed  to  Joseph  Addison.  It  was 
publi>lK'(l  in  a  number  of  the  "Spectator"  which  Addison  is  known  to 
nave  written,  but  tiiere  he  makes  no  claim  to  tlie  authnrship.  The 
"  Athenaum  "  brinj^s  to  li;;ht,  from  an  old  edition  of  his  jjoems  collected 
in  irrG,  strong  evidence  that  the  hymn  was  written  by  Andrew  Marvell. 
There  is  uo  evidence  that  Addison  was  the  author.J 

T[IE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim  : 

The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale. 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  soimd 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

In  reason's  eye  they  all  rejoice. 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

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LYRICS.  [82, 83 

82  Resignation. 

[By  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow.] 

THERE  is    no   flock,   however  watched  and 
tended, 

But  one  dead  lamb  is  there  ! 
There  is  no  fireside,  howsoe'er  defended, 

But  has  one  vacant  chair  ! 
The  air  is  full  of  farewells  to  the  dying, 

And  mournings  for  the  dead  ; 
The  heart  of  Rachel,  for  her  children  crying, 

Will  not  be  comforted  ! 
Let  us  be  patient !     These  severe  afflictions 

Not  from  the  ground  arise, 
But  oftentimes  celestial  benedictions 

Assume  this  dark  disguise. 
We  see  but  dimly  through  the  mists  and  vapors ; 

Amid  these  earthly  damps 
What  seem  to  us  but  sad,  funereal  tapers 

INIay  be  heaven's  distant  lamps. 
There  is  no  death  !  What  seems  so  is  transition. 

This  life  of  mortal  breath 
Is  but  a  suburb  of  the  life  elysian. 

Whose  portal  we  call  Death. 

83  ^  Gity  that  hath  Foundations. 

[By  CiiRrsTiNA  G.  Rossetti.    Written  inl86C.J 

THEREFORE,   O  friend,   I  would    not,  if  I 
might. 
Rebuild  my  house  of  lies,  wherein  I  joyed 
One  time  to  dwell :  my  soul  shall  walk  in  white, 
Cast  down,  but  not  destroyed. 

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83,  84]  LYRICS. 

Therefore  in  patience  I  possess  my  soul ; 
Yea,  therefore  as  a  flint  I  set  my  face, 
To  phick  down,  to  build  up  again  the  whole,  — 

But  in  a  distant  place. 
These  thorns  are  sharp,  yet  I  can  tread  on  them  ; 
This  cup  is  loathsome,  yet  He  makes  it  sweet ; 
My  face  is  steadfast  toward  Jerusalem, 

My  heart  remembers  it. 
I  lift  the  hanging  hands,  the  feeble  knees,  — 
I,    precious   more  than    seven  times    molten 
gold,— 
Until  the  day  when  from  His  storehouses 

God  shall  bring  new  and  old  ; 
Beauty  for  ashes,  oil  of  joy  for  grief, 

Garment  of  praise  for  spirit  of  heaviness ; 
Although  to-day  I  fade  as  doth  a  leaf, 

I  lanoruish  and  grow  less. 
Although  to-day  He  prunes  my  twigs  with  pain, 
Yet  doth  His  blood    nourish  and  warm   my 
root; 
To-morrow  I  shall  put  forth  buds  again, 

And  clothe  myself  with  fruit. 
Although  to-day  I  walk  in  tedious  ways, 

To-day  His  staff  is  turned  into  a  rod,  — 
Yet  will  I  wait  for  Him  the  appointed  days. 
And  stay  upon  my  God. 

84  Fellowship  of  Suffering. 

[By  Theodore  Tilton,  a  native  of  New  York.] 

THY  cruel  crown  of  thorns  ! 
But  where,  0  Lord,  is  mine  ? 

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LYRICS.  [84 

Are  there  for  me  no  scoffs  and  scorns, 

Since  only  such  we^-e  Thine  ? 
Or  having  named  Thy  name, 

Shall  I  no  burden  take  ? 
And  is  there  left  no  thorn,  no  shame. 

To  suffer  for  Thy  sake  ? 
Unscourged  of  any  whip, 

Unpierced  of  any  sting,  — 
O  Lord,  how  faint  my  fellowship 

"With  Thy  sad  suffering! 
Yet  Thy  dread  sacrifice 

So  fills  my  soul  with  woe, 
That  all  the  fountains  of  mine  eyes 

Well  up  and  overflow. 

The  spear  that  pierced  Thy  side 
Gave  wounds  to  more  than  Thee. 

Within  my  soul,  0  Crucified, 
Thy  cross  is  laid  on  me. 

And  as  Thy  rocky  tomb 

Was  in  a  garden  fair. 
Where  round  about  stood  flowers  in  bloom, 

To  sweeten  all  the  air,  — 

So  in  my  heart  of  stone 

I  sepulchre  Thy  death, 
While  thoughts  of  Thee,  like  roses  blown, 

Bring  sweetness  in  their  breath. 

Arise  not,  O  my  Dead ! 

As  one  whom  Mary  sought, 
And  found  an  empty  tomb  instead, 

Her  spices  all  for  nought,  — 

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84,  85]  LYRICS. 

0  Lord,  not  so  depart 

From  my  enshrining  breast, 
But  lie  anointed  in  a  heart 

That  by  Thy  death  is  blest. 
Or  if  Thou  shalt  arise, 

Abandon  not  Thy  grave. 
But  bear  it  with  Thee  to  the  skies,  — 

A  heart  that  Thou  shalt  save  ! 

35  Divine  Order, 

[By  Rev.  HoKATi as  BONAR,  D.  D.,  of  Scotland.    Published  iu  1856.    Para- 
phrase of  Rev.  xxii.  20.] 

'^IS  first  the  true,  and  then  the  beautiful, 

X      Not  first  the  beautiful,  and  then  the  true  ; 
First  the  wild  moor,  with  rock  and  reed  and  pool, 

Then  the  gay  garden,  rich  in  scent  and  hue. 
'Tis  first  the  good,  and  then  the  beautiful. 

Not  first  the  beautiful,  and  then  the  good  : 
First  the  rough  seed,  sown  in  the  rougher  soil, 

Then  the  flower-blossom,  or    the    branching 
wood. 
Not  first  the  glad,  and  then  the  sorrowful, 

But  first  the  sorrowful,  and  then  the  glad ; 
Tears  for  a  day,  —  for  earth  of  tears  is  full,  — 

Then  we  forget  that  we  were  ever  sad. 
Not  first  the  bright,  and  after  that  the  dark, 

But  first  the  dark,  and  after  that  the  bright ; 
First  the  thick  cloud,  and  then  the  rainbow's  arc. 

First  the  dark  grave,  then  resurrection  light. 
'Tis  first  the  night,  —  stern  night  of  storm  and  war. 

Long    nights   of    heavy    clouds    and    veiled 
skies,  — 

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LYRICS.  [85-87 

Then  the  far  sparkle  of  the  morning-star, 
That  bids  the  saints  awake,  and  dawn  arise. 

85  Immortality, 

[By    Washington    Allston,   the    great     American    painter,    born  in 
Charleston,  S.  C  ;  died  in  184.-).] 

TO  think  for  aye  ;  to  breathe  immortal  breath  ; 
And    know   nor   hope,  nor  fear,  of  ending 

death ; 
To  see  the  myriad  worlds  that  round  us  roll 
Wax  old  and  perish,  while  the  steadfast  soul 
Stands   fresh    and   moveless   in    her   sphere   of 

thought ; 
O  God,  omnipotent !  who  in  me  wrought 
This  conscious  world,  whose  ever-growing  orb, 
When  the  dead  past  shall  all  in  time  absorb. 
Will  be  but  as  begun,  —  0,  of  Thine  own, 
Give  of  the  holy  light  that  veils  Thy  throne, 
That  darkness  be  not  mine,  to  take  my  place. 
Beyond  the  reach  of  light,  a  blot  in  space  ! 
'  So  may  this  wondrous  life,  from  sin  made  free, 
Reflect  Thy  love  for  aye,  and  to  Thy  glory  be. 

37  Burial  Psalm. 

[By  Dr.  Isaac  Watts.] 

IyNYEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb ; 
J      Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 

To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 
Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  :  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here. 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

247 


87,  88]  LYRICS. 

So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  tlirough  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed  ; 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 

The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 

Attend,  O  earth !  His  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust  —  a  glorious  form  — 

Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

38  l^y^'^^9  Christian  to  his  Soul. 

[By  Alexander  Pope.] 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  I 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife. 
And  let  me  languish,  into  life. 

Hark !  they  whisper :  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  !  " 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  — 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes !  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  T  mount,  I  fly  ! 
O  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 

O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


LYRICS.  [89, 90 

89  Morning  Psalm. 

[By  Bishop  Ken,  born  in  England  1637  ;  died  1711.] 

WAKE,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  Eternal  King. 
I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir, 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire, 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 
May  1  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight, 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will, 
O  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 
Had  I  your  wings,  to  heaven  I'd  fly. 
But  God  shall  that  defect  supply, 
And  my  soul,  wing'd  with  warm  desire. 
Shall  all  day  long  to  heaven  aspire. 

90  The  House  Above. 

[By  Charles  "Weslet.] 

E  know,  by  faith  we  know, 
If  this  vile  house  of  clay, 
This  tabernacle,  sink  below, 

In  ruinous  decay,  — 
We  have  a  house  above, 

Not  made  with  mortal  hands  ; 
And  firm  as  our  Redeemer's  love 

That  heavenly  fabric  stands. 
It  stands  securely  high, 

Indissolubly  sure  : 

249 


w 


90, 91]  LYRICS. 

Our  glorious  mansion  in  the  sky 

Shall  evermore  endure. 
Full  of  immortal  hope, 

We  urge  the  restless  strife, 
And  hasten  to  be  swallow'd  up 

Of  everlasting  life. 
Lord,  let  us  put  on  Thee 

In  perfect  holiness. 
And  rise  prepared  Thy  face  to  see, 

Thy  bright,  unclouded  face. 
Thy  grace  with  glory  crown. 

Who  hast  the  earnest  given  ; 
And  then  triumphantly  come  down, 

And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

91  Harps  on  the  Willow. 

[By  Lord  Byeon,  born  in  England,  1788  ;  died  in  Greece,  1824.] 

WE  sat  down  and  wept  by  the  waters 
Of  Babel,  and  thought  of  the  day 
When  our  foe,  in  the  hue  of  his  slaughters, 

Made  Salem's  high  places  his  prey  ; 
And  ye,  0  her  desolate  daughters  ! 

Were  scatter'd  all  weeping  away. 
While  sadly  we  gazed  on  the  river 

Which  rolled  on  in  freedom  below, 
They  demanded  the  song  ;  but,  O  never 

That  triumph  the  stranger  shall  know ! 
May  this  right  hand  be  wither'd  forever 

Ere  it  string  our  high  harp  for  the  foe. 
On  the  willow  that  harp  is  suspended  — 

O  Salem  !  its  sound  should  be  free  ; 

250 


LYRICS.  [91-93 

And  the  hour  when  thy  glories  were  ended, 

But  left  nie  that  token  of  thee  : 
And  ne'er  shall  its  soft  tones  be  blended 

With  the  voice  of  the  spoiler  by  me. 

92  Waiting  is  Serving. 

[By  JOHX  Milton,  author  of  "Paradise  Lost,"  bom  1608  ;  died  1674.] 

TTjTHEN  I  consider  how  my  light  is  spent, 
T  T     Ere  half  my  days,  in  this  dark  world  and 
wide, 
And  that  one  talent,  which  is  death  to  hide, 
Lodg'd  with  me  useless,  though  my  soul  more 

bent 
To  serve  therewith  my  Maker,  and  present 
My  true  account,  lest  he  returning  chide,  —  _ 
Doth  God  exact  day-labor,  light  denied  ? 
I  fondly  ask.     But  Patience,  to  prevent 
That  murmur,   soon    replies,  —  God    doth   not 
need 
Either  man's  work,  or  His  own  gifts :  who  best 
Bear  His  mild  yoke,  they  serve  Him  best :  his 
state 
Is  kingly  ;  thousands  at  His  bidding  speed, 
And  post  o'er  land  and  ocean  without  rest : 
They  also  serve  who  only  stand  and  w.ait. 

93  Nativity  of  Christ. 

[By  Thomas  Campbell,  of  Scotland,  author  of  *'  Pleasures  of  Hope,"  born 
in  1777  ;  died  1844.] 


w 


HEN  Jordan  hush'd  his  waters  still. 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, — 

17  251 


93.  94]  LYRICS. 

When    Bethleh'm's   shepherds    through    the 

night 
Watch'd  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light,  — 
Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 
In  distant  hallelujahs  stole. 
Wild  murm'ring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 
Then  swift  to  every  startled  eye 
New  streams  of  glory  light  the  sky ; 
Heaven  bursts  her  azure  gates  to  pour 
Her  spirits  on  the  midnight  hour. 
On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rang, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and  sang  : 

"  O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye. 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh. 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

"  He  comes,  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart. 
Bids  Satan  and  his  hosts  depart : 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 

94  ^^  Sweetness  of  Faith. 

[By  Kev.  Aug.  M.  Toplady,  of  England.] 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  its  walls, 
And  long  to  fly  away ; 

252 


LYRICS.  [94, 95 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above ; 
Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 

Eternal  joys  my  own  ; 
Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest. 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 

For  all  things  to  depend. 
If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream. 

What  must  the  fountain  be 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 

Directly,  Lord,  from  Thee  ? 

95  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

[By  Henry  Kibke  White,  of  England,  bom  in  1785  ;  died  in  1806.] 

WHEN,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain. 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky. 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 
Hark,  hark  ;  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks. 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark  ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

253 


95, 96]  LYRICS. 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er  — 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever,  and  for  evermore. 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

96  Hoxo  much  I  owe. 

[By  Rev.  Robert  Murray  MoCnEYXE,  a  saintly  young  clergvmau  of  the 
Free  Church  of  Scotland,  born  1813  ;  died  18*!.] 

WHEN  this  passing  world  is  done. 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun, 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know  — 
Not  till  then  —  how  much  I  owe. 
When  I  stand  before  the  throne. 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own, 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  Thee  with  unsinning  heart. 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know  — 
Not  till  then  —  how  much  I  owe. 
When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear, 
Loud  as  thunder  to  the  ear. 
Loud  as  many  waters'  noise, 

254 


LYRICS.  [96-98 

Sweet  as  harp's  melodious  voice, 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know  — 
Not  till  then  —  how  much  I  owe. 

97  Sailor's  Hymn. 

[By  Reginald  Hebek,  Bishop  of  Calcutta.] 

WHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tem- 
pest is  streaming. 
When  o'er  the   dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 

gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker  —  "  Save,   Lord !    or  we 

perish  ! " 
O  Jesus  !  once  toss'd  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Arous'd  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  Thy  pillow, 
High  now  in  Thy  glory  the  mariner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "  Save,  Lord !  or  we 

perish  !  " 
And  0,  when  the   storm  of  wild  passion  is  rag- 

When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  fierce  warfare  is  wag- 

Arise  in  Thy  strength  Thy  redeemed  to  cherish, 
Rebuke    the  destroyer  —  "  Save,  Lord  !  or   we 
perish ! " 

98  Watch. 
l^TJ'HILST  the  careless  world  is  sleeping, 

T  T     Blest  the  servants  who  are  keeping 
Watch,  according  to  His  Word, 
For  the  coming  of  their  Lord. 


98, 99]  LYRICS. 

At  Ilis  table  He  will  place  them, 
With  Ills  royal  banquet  grace  them, 

Banquet  that  shall  never  cloy  ; 

Bread  of  life  and  wine  of  joy. 
Heard  ye  not  your  JNIaster's  warning  ? 
He  will  come  before  the  morning. 

Unexpected,  undescried  ; 

Watch  ye  for  Him  open-eyed. 
Teach  us  so  to  watch,  Lord  Jesus ; 
From  the  sleep  of  sin  release  us : 

Swift  to  hear  Thee  let  us  be, 

Meet  to  enter  in  with  Thee. 

99  Haste  not,  rest  not. 

[From  the  German  of  Goethe,  -who  was  born  1749 ;  died  1832.    Thia  poenn 
written  in  1768.J 

WITHOUT  haste !  without  rest ! 
Bind  the  motto  to  thy  breast  ; 
Bear  it  with  thee  as  a  spell ; 
Storm  or  sunshine,  guard  it  well ! 
Heed  not  flowers  that  round  thee  bloom : 
Bear  it  onward  to  the  tomb ! 
Haste  not !  let  no  thoughtless  deed 
Mar  for  aye  the  spirit's  speed  ! 
Ponder  well  and  know  the  right, 
Onward,  then,  with  all  thy  might ! 
Haste  not,  years  can  ne'er  atone 
For  one  reckless  action  done. 
Rest  not !  life  is  sweeping  by, 
Go  and  dare  before  you  die  : 
Something  mighty  and  sublime 


LYRICS.  [99, 100 

Leave  behind  to  conquer  time ! 
Glorious  'tis  to  live  for  aye, 
When  these  forms  have  passed  away. 
Haste  not  I  rest  not !  calmly  wait ; 
Meekly  bear  the  storms  of  fate  ! 
Duty  be  thy  polar  guide,  — 
Do  the  right,  whate'er  betide  ! 
Haste  not !  rest  not !  conflicts  past, 
God  shall  crown  thy  work  at  last. 

100  Without  Thy  Presence. 

[By  Fkancis  Qcarles,  of  England,  born  1592.] 

WITHOUT  Thy  presence  earth  gives  no  re- 
fection ; 
Without  Thy  presence  sea  affords  no  treasure  ; 
Without  Thy  presence  air  's  a  rank  infection  ; 
Without  Thy  presence  heaven  itself  no  pleas- 
ure : 
If  not  possess'd,  if  not  enjoy'd  in  Thee, 
What's  earth  or  sea  or  air  or  heaven  to  me  ? 
The  highest  honors  that  the  world  can  boast 

Are  subjects  far  too  low  for  my  desire ; 
The  brightest  beams  of  glory  are  (at  most) 

But  dying  sparkles  of  Thy  living  fire. 
The  loudest  flames  that  earth  can  kindle,  be 
But  nightly  glow-worms,  if  compared  to  Thee. 
Without  Thy  presence  wealth  is  bags  of  cares ; 

Wisdom  but  folly  ;  joy  disquiet  —  sadness  : 
Friendship  is  treason,  and  delights  are  snares, 
Pleasures  but   pain,  and  mirth  but  pleasing 
madness. 

257 


100]  LYRICS. 

Without  Thee,  Lord,  things  be  not  what  they  be, 
Nor  have  they  being  when  compared  with  Thee. 
In  having  all  things,  and  not  Thee,  what  have  I? 

Not  having  Thee,  what  have  my  labors  got  ? 
Let  me  enjoy  but  Thee,  what  further  crave  I  ? 

And  having  Thee  alone,  what  have  I  not  ? 
I  wish  nor  sea  nor  land;  nor  would  I  be 
Possessed   of    heaven,  heaven    unpossessed  of 
Thee. 


INDEX   TO    FIRST   LINES. 


H.  represents  Hymns ;  S.  Spiritual  Songs;  and  L.  Lyrics.'] 


Hedae 


A  charge  to  keep  I  hare 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God  . 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief     . 

Abide  with  me  ;  fast  falls  the  eventide 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 

Alas  I  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 

All  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 

Amazing  grace  1  how  ^weet  the  sound   , 

And  are  we  yet  alive 

And  can  I  yet  delay       .... 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 

And  must  this  body  die         .         .         . 

Another  day  of  heavenly  rest  . 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done    . 

Approach,  ray  soul,  the  mercy-seat 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise     ..... 

As  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean 

At  the  cross,  her  station  keeping      .       Jacobus 

Author  of  faith,  eternal  Word     . 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear  . 


.      C.  Wesley. 

from  Luther. 

Montgomery. 

Lyte. 

Montgo7nery. 

.       Watts. 

Perronet. 

Ken. 

.      Ken. 

Watts. 

Neivton. 

C.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

Watts. 

Mrs.  Charles. 

Stennett. 

yewlon. 

C.  Wesley. 

Moore. 

de  Benedictis. 

C.  Wesley. 

Hammond, 

C.  Wesley. 


Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  . 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds  . 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree     . 

Breast  the  wave.  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest    , 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion     .       .         .  Bernard 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring    . 


Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 
Chafed  and  worn  with  worldly  care 


Watts. 

Watts. 

S.  Wesley. 

Fawcett. 

C.  Wesley. 

Milman. 

of  Clugny. 
Heber. 


H.  1 

L.  1 

L.  2 

L.  3 

H.  2 


S.  3 

S.  4 

H.  6 

S.  5 


S.  10 


S.  11 
L.  7 
S.  12 
S.  13 
L.  8 
S.  14 
L.  10 
L.  9 
L.  11 


Hemans. 


L.  12 
L.  13 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous  ,  .  Brevier. 
Children  of  the  heayealy  King  .         .         .  Cennick, 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  .  .  C.  Wesley. 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove         .         .         .  Watts. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  .  .  .  Jones. 
Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above        .         .         .   C.  Wesley. 

Come,  let  us  pray,  'tis  sweet  to  feel 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine  .  .  .  .  C.  Wesley. 
Come,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown  .  .  .  C.  Wesley. 
Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress  .         .         .     C.  Wesley. 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King 

Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing  .  .  .  Robinson. 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish    .        .      Moore. 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord Watts. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy     .        .        .  Hart. 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace      .        .        .        .    C.  Wesley. 

Day  of  wrath  !  that  day  of  burning  Thomas  of  Celano. 

Days  of  my  youth,  ye  have  glided  away     .        .  Tucker. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  .... 
Dear  friend,  whose  presence  in  the  house  .  .  .  Clarke. 
Depth  of  mercj-  I  can  there  be         .         .         .  C.  Wesley. 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  0  my  Lord   ....     Doddridge. 


L.  14 

S.  15 
L.  15 
H.  10 
H.  11 

S.  16 


Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair 
Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode 

Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines 
Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  Thee 
Father,  I  know  that  all  my  hfe 
Father  of  all,  in  every  age 
Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  . 
Fear  not,  0  little  flock,  the  foe  . 
Friend  after  friend  departs     . 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 
Eountain  of  life,  to  all  below 
Forever  with  the  Lord 


Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise  . 
Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 
God  is  in  this  and  every  place 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  . 
God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
Grace  I  'tis  a  charming  sound 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claims 
Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou 

260 


.     Silesius. 
.     Watts. 

.     Watts. 

.   C.  Wesley. 

Miss  Waring. 

.  Pope. 

Miss  Steele. 

Miss  Steele. 

Altenberg. 

Montgomery. 

Watts. 

Stowell. 

.       Heber. 

C.  Wesley. 

Montgomery. 

C.  Wesley. 

Watts. 

J.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

Coivper. 

C.  Wesley. 

Doddridge. 

Watts. 

.   Watts. 


H.  12 
H.  13 

S.  17 
H.  14 
H.  15 

S.  18 
S.  19 
S.  20 
L.  18 

L.  19 
L.  20 

S.  21 
L.  21 
S.  22 
H.  16 

L.  22 
H.  17 

H.  18 
H.  19 


H.  20 
H.  21 
L.  25 
L.  26 
H.  22 
S.  23 
S.  24 
H.  23 
L.  27 

H.  24 

S.  25 

S.  26 
H.  25 

L.  28 
H.  26 

S.  27 
H.  27 
H.  28 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings     . 
Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  JehoTah     . 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed    . 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 

Hark  !  tlie  herald  angels  sing     . 

Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

He  dies  I  the  Heavenly  Lover  dies 

Head  of  the  Church  triumphant 

Heaven  is  not  reached  by  a  single  bound 

Hither,  ye  faithful,  adoring  triumphant 

Holy  Spirit,  come,  we  pray  . 

How  are  Thy  servants  blest,  0  Lord 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  . 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet    . 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot      . 

How  Shalt  thou  bear  the  cross  that  now 

How  sweet  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace  , 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours   . 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord     . 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath 

I  mourn  no  more  my  vanished  years    . 

I  the  good  fight  have  fought     . 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 

I  want  a  principle  within 

I  would  not  live  alway  ;  1  ask  not  to  stay 

If  life's  pleasures  cheer  thee     . 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight     . 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 

In  the  hour  of  my  distress    . 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 

It  is  not  death  to  die 

Jerusalem ,  my  happy  home 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be     . 
Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name     . 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 
Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 
Jesus,  my  truth,  my  way  . 

261 


Watts. 
Williamg. 

Watts. 

Montgomery. 

C.  Wesley. 

Cowper. 

C.  Wesley. 

Montgomery. 

.      Kelley. 

Walls. 

C.  Wedey. 


King  Robert  II. 

.  Addison. 

Mrs.  Barbaidd. 

Watts. 

.     Kirkham. 

C.  Wesley. 

.     J.  Wesley. 

Faber. 

Watts. 

.    Neivton. 

Neivton. 


Bonar. 

Bonar. 

Mrs.  Brown. 

Dicight. 

Watts. 

Whittier. 

C.  Wesley. 

Bonar. 

C.  Wesley. 

Muhlenburg. 

Key. 

Newton. 

Bowring. 

Herrick. 

Coxe. 


,  Bethune. 


Grigg. 

Doddridge . 

.     Lyte. 

a  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 


H.  29 
H.  30 

L.  29 

S.  29 
L.  30 

S.  28 
S.  30 


L.  31 
L.  32 
L.  33 
L.  34 
L.  35 


S.  39 
S.  40 
L.  38 
H.  33 
S.  41 
L.  39 
S.  42 
S.  43 
H.  34 
S.  44 


S.  49 
H.  35 
H.  36 

S.  46 
H.  37 
H.  38 
H.  39 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone 

Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives         .       Electress  of 

Jesus,  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

Jesus,  Shepherd  of  Thy  sheep 

Jesus,  the  Name  high  over  all . 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee     St.  Bernard 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

Jesus,  Thine  all-victorious  love    . 

Jesus,  Thou  everlasting  King  . 

Jesus,  Thy  love  and  righteousness 

Jesus,  united  by  Thy  grace 

Jesus,  we  look  to  Thee 

Joy  to  the  world  I  the  Lord  is  come 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move 

Judge  not  the  workings  of  his  brain 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea    . 

Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace 


.    Cennick. 

Brandenhurg. 

Watts. 


C.  Wesley, 
of  Clairvaux. 

.     Palmer. 

.     C.  Wesley. 

Watts. 

J.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 
.     C.  Wesley. 


Miss  Proctor. 
Miss  Elliott. 


S.  47 
L.  46 
S.  48 
H.  40 
H.  41 
H.  42 
H.  43 
H.  44 
H.  45 
H.  46 
H.  47 


Let  not  the  good  man's  trust  depart  .  .  .  Bryant. 
Let  every  tongue  Thy  goodness  speak  .        .  Watts. 

Lo !  He  comes  in  clouds  descending  .         .         .     Olivers. 

Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land  .  .  .  .  C.  Wesley. 
Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  Thee  ....  Watts. 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing     .         .         .  Burder. 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost  ....  Montgonitry. 
Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they     .         .         .  Watts. 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear  .  .  .  Watts. 
Lord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin  ....  Walts. 
Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now  .  .  .  Hammond. 
Lord,  with  what  care  hast  Thou  begirt  us  round 


Mercy ,  0  thou  Son  of  David         .        .        .        . 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb    .        .        .        . 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join      ., 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone  .         .        .        • 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by         . 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee       .... 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love 

My  God,  I  know,  I  feel  Thee  mine 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  Thou 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 
Night  prays  with  rosary  of  stars 
Now  be  the  gospel  banner    . 


.  Herbert. 

Newton. 

Denham. 

Collyer. 

S.  Wesley. 

.     Allen. 


.     Watts. 

Palmer. 

.      Watts. 

C.  Wesley. 

.      Watts. 

.  Watts. 

Watts. 

Watt  s. 
Cowper. 

Adams. 

Harris. 

Hastings. 


H. 
H. 

H.  54 
S.  53 
H.  55 
H.  56 
H.  57 
L.  48 

L.  49 
S.  56 
L.  50 
S.  57 
S.  58 
S.  59 
H.  58 
H.  59 
H.  60 
H.  61 
H.  62 
H.  63 
H.  64 
H.  66 
H.  66 
S.  60 

H.  67 
L.  51 

S.  61 


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INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love 

0  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day    . 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing    . 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 

0  for  a  heart  of  calm  repose     . 

0  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God    . 

0  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love 

0  God,  0  Kinsman  loved,  but  not  enough 

0  God,  I  long  Thy  light  to  see       . 

0  God  of  Abram  !   by  whose  hand 

0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past  . 

0  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 

0  how  happy  are  they     . 

0  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 

0  sacred  head,  now  wounded     .       St. 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 

0  the  hour  when  this  material 

0  'tis  delight  without  alloy 

0  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight 

0  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear      .         .         .      Moore. 

0  Thou  God  of  my  salvation         ...  C.  Wesley. 

0  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows     .         .         .     Haweis. 

0  Thou  whom  all  Thy  saints  adore       .         .         .     C.  Wesley. 

0  yet  we  trust  that  somehow  good  .         .  Tennyson. 

Of  all  the  thoughts  of  God  that  are     .         .  Mrs.  Broivning, 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring       .         .         .St.  Bernard. 

On  all  the  earth  Thy  spirit  shower      ....  Moore. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  .         .         .     Stennett. 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God  ....       Hart. 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought  ....       Phabe  Cary. 

One  there  is  above  all  others       ....  Neivton. 


Mason. 
Gibbons. 

.     Hart. 

C.  Wesley. 

Cowper. 

C.  Wesley. 

C.  Wesley. 

Ingelow. 

Duke  o/  Brunswick. 

.  Logan. 

Watts. 

Doddridge. 

C   Wesley. 

.        a  Wesley. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux. 

Montgomery. 

C.  Wesley. 

Conder. 

Watts. 


Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  I  'tis  good  to  raise 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  . 
Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey    . 

Rejoice  I  the  Lord  is  King 
Return,  0  wanderer,  return    . 
Ring  out,  wild  bells,  to  the  wild  sky  . 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me   . 


Salvation  I  0  the  joyful  sound     . 
Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 
Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee     . 
Show  pity.  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive   . 
Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 
263 


Watts. 

.     Watts. 

Montgomery. 

.       Hart. 

C.  Wesley. 

Collyer. 

Tennyson. 

.   Seagrave. 
Toplady. 

Watts. 

Edineston. 

Grant. 

Watts. 

Hervey. 


H.  68 

S.  63 
S.  64 
H.  69 
H.  70 
H.  71 
S.  65 
L.  52 
H.  72 
H.  73 
H.  71 
S.  66 
S.  67 
S.  68 
L.  53 
H.  75 

l!  54 

S.  70 

L.  55 

L.  56 

S.  71 

H.  76 

H.  77 

L.  57 

L.  58 

S.  72 

H.  78 

S.  73 

H.  79 

L.  59 

S.  74 

S.  75 
L.  60 
L.  61 


L.  62 

L.  63 

S.  78 

H.  80 

L.  64 

S.  79 

H.  81 

S.  80 

S.  81 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Sister  Sorrow,  sit  beside  me 
Sinners,  turn  ;  wliy  will  ye  die     . 
Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Sometimes  a  light  suprises 
Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord     . 
Stay,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  . 
Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear 
Sun  of  our  life !  Thy  wakening  ray 
Sweet  day  !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright 
Sweet  hour  of  praj'er,  sweet  hour  of  pi 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing  . 


Talk  with  us,  Loi-d,  Thyself  reveal 

The  chariot,  the  chariot,  its  wheels  roll  in  fire 

The  day  is  ended.     Ere  I  sink  to  sleep     . 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 

The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might 

The  man  that  looks  on  glass 

The  pangs  of  death  are  near  .... 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 

The  praying  spirit  breathe       .... 

The  royal  banners  forward  go       .         .         . 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name    .... 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood     . 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 

There  is  no  fiock,  however  watched  and  tended 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth 

Therefore,  0  friend,  I  would  not  if  I  mig  it    . 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore 

Thy  cruel  crown  of  thorns  .         .         .         . 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love    . 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright     . 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 

'Tis  first  the  true  and  then  the  beautiful 

Till  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name    . 

To  think  for  aye,  to  breathe  immortal  breath 

Try  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground     . 


Milnes. 

.     C.  Wesley. 

Smitk. 

Doane. 

Cowper. 

Montgomery. 

Montgomery. 

.      C.  Wesley. 

Keble. 

Holmes. 

.    Herbert. 

Watts. 


C.  Wesley. 
Milman. 

Olivers. 

St  em  hold. 

Adrlison. 

White. 

Herbert. 

Notker. 

Willis. 

C.  Wesley. 

Fortunatus. 

.    Marvell. 

C.  Wesley. 

Walts. 

Cowper. 

Watts. 

Longfellow. 


Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  fiame 

Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart 
264 


.     Rossetti, 

Doddridge. 

Hart. 

.     Tilton. 

.    C.   Wesley. 

.  Newton. 

.  Watts. 

Bonar. 

Alice  Cary. 

Allston. 

C.  Wesley. 


Pope. 
Ken. 


L.  65 

S.  82 
H.  82 
H.  83 
L.  66 
L.  67 
L.  68 
S.  83 
H.  84 
H.  86 
L.  69 
S.  84 
H.  86 
L.  70 

H.  87 
L.  71 
L.  72 
L.  73 


87 


L.  82 
S.  88 
L.  83 
H.  90 
S.  89 
L.  84 
H.  91 
S.  90 
S.  91 
L.  85 
S.  92 
L.  86 
H.  92 


Watts.     L. 


L.  89 


INDEX  TO   FIRST  LINES. 


.T7atchman,  tell  us  of  the  night  . 

We  know,  by  faith  we  know 

We  sat  down  and  wept  by  the  waters 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 

Wliat  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God   . 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

When  I  consider  how  my  light  is  spent 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

When  Jordan  hush'd  his  waters  still 

When  languor  and  disease  invade  . 

When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see        . 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is 

streaming 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 
Whilst  the  careless  world  is  sleeping    .  . 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  Mends 
Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die      . 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  King  . 
With  glorious  clouds  encompassed  round 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Without  haste  I  without  rest 
Without  Thy  presence  earth  gives  no  refection 


Bowring. 

C.  Wesley. 

.     Byron. 

.  Hayward. 

.     Watts. 

Cowper. 

.  Cowper. 

.   Addison. 

Watts. 

.  Milton. 

Watts. 

Campbell. 

Toplady 

.     White. 

Montgomery. 

Murray. 


L.  90 

L.  91 

H.  93 

H.  94 

H.  95 

S.  94 

H.  96 


Heber. 
Williains. 

.     Watts. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

C.  Wesley. 

Watts. 

Goethe. 

.  Quarles. 


L.    92 


97 


S.  99 
H.  99 
H.  100 
S.  100 
L.  99 
L.  100 


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